The Death of Correspondance

Dear World,

I was at Mt. Vernon the other day. The weatherman said it'd be around 45 degrees. It was 29. Cold. It took 2 1/2 hours to metro out to the last station on the yellow line and then bus out to Georgie's mansion. The food court cost me $9 for a sandwhich in a box. The tour was $13. Not that I always want to be worrying about money - but when you don't have any a $9 crappy club and a $13 walk around a building seems extravagant. Still, I'm a history buff, so I did actually enjoy myself. The thing I remember the most though is George Washington's study. He had plenty of cool shit in there: a chair that had pedals so you could fan yourself, the trunks he carried with him on campaign, one of the first swivel chairs ever made, and some of his correspondance. As it turns out, George wrote somewhere between 20,000 and 40,000 letters in his lifetime. That's just regoddamndiculous. 20,000 letters? I can't even muster up the energy to write thank yous for christmas. All the same it got me thinking. The average quality of writing at the time must have been much better, if only because they got so much practice. It was their only way of communication - easy communication has dulled our skills. We email, but we write...well like this post. Without art, or skill. We write like we talk, but if we talk like this then that needs to be fixed as well. So. In order to remedy the situation, my dear brother and I (and hopefully my sister too) will undertake this blog simply to write each other letters (and save postage). It will tell the true story of our lives, but hopefully with some style and grammatical skill. Sounds boring? Don't worry we Wilkins are prone to exaggeration. I'm sure they'll be plenty of lies shifted in. The point is that we need practice to be good at writing, which we both want to be. Plus, we like talking to each other. If we force ourselves to write for real, to express ourselves clearly, we'll kill two birds with one stone. And we're intersesting people so maybe you'll like it. Though we won't be talking to you anymore (execpt in comments...if you're lucky), only to each other. Actually I was just going to launch into my latest events but I was tired and lazy so I'm saving that post for tomorrow.

Yours Faithfully, Sincerely, Affectionately, and Honorably,

Warnie