What's in the box?

I once read a book by Bill Byrson. It was his auto-biography about his life as a child in the 50's & 60's. He writes how, while he stayed in Washington DC, there was violence and gunshots and rape-screams outside; he was inside, listening to his AC hum. He talks about how everyone alienates themselves in their apartments and rooms listening to their Ac hum.
What's wrong with us? People say social networks are bringing people closer together, but they give us an excuse to be father apart. I'm actually a victim of this, a few emails ruined many online friendships I had, and sadly few recovered. Inagine if I had actually talked to these people, heard what they had to say?
And we lack patience. Everyone is texting 5 letter sentences. Sexting, break ups on peoples “walls”, and face to face conversations turned into mere letters on the screen. It's easy to say “fuck you” to a bunch of text, but it's hard to do it to a face, to an actual person.
You know what? I'm going to write a letter. I'm going to sit down, get out a pen, and write an actual letter. It's a lost art really, sitting down to actually right something heartfelt and nice to someone, with an actual pencil.
But first I need some a addresses to write to... Ladies? :smugface:
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Edit: The book was "The life and Times of the Thunder Bolt Kid" by Bill Bryson.