tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26527197.post7672649011830436041..comments2023-12-29T19:25:59.927-05:00Comments on We're Just Sayin: Frank at the NationalIris&Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131960635510843593noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26527197.post-30189170679959890662009-04-18T21:38:00.000-04:002009-04-18T21:38:00.000-04:00Re: letters: Love them. Write them. Never recei...Re: letters: Love them. Write them. Never receive them. I buy pretty stationery, I write witty prose, I enclose photos of interest. Never get a thing back. I'm in letter withdrawal so badly that when I got a thank you card from my niece for her birthday gift I almost swooned. How can we make people give up the email and pick up a pen?The Calico Quilterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01772374749065425388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26527197.post-55507603349046363802009-04-13T07:30:00.000-04:002009-04-13T07:30:00.000-04:00Thanks for the indulgence, Dave.Oh yeah, we all us...Thanks for the indulgence, Dave.<BR/>Oh yeah, we all used to write letters, back when we knew where someone lived. These days, everyone is spinning like dervishes to get the work out and keep "the man" at bay. Really liked your post, Frank was my hero. Got to meet him a million years ago when we were young and he was our age. He seemed so tired and sad. Now it doesn’t seem all that tired or sad to me.<BR/><BR/>Bulk film, who could you tell that to except for a bunch of silverbacks who read this blog looking for memories of their past glory days, priceless stuff. Maybe it's time to break out the glass negatives and head up to Upper Yosemite for a spell. <BR/><BR/>I'm with ya man. Frank, he is a Big Tree. A great one.Alfonso Cevolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16983431475848714789noreply@blogger.com