I’ve decided to write more letters.
It turns out that 99% of the e-mail I receive is junk, offers to enlarge various parts of my anatomy or sell me cheap software for a computer I don’t have.
So today, I got myself a post office box. I can check my mail then walk over to Maggie Moo’s for ice cream. (Trust me, it’ll be nice in the spring.)
Feel free to write me at PO Box 6903, Arlington, Virginia 22206-0903.
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