Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm writing postcards to unsuspecting potential voters in Georgia. I'm not asking them to vote one way or another, just to vote in the runoff. I figure if one person out of all these postcards votes, it will have been worth my hard work. I'm getting quite good at this postcard business. And I'd rather do that than text or phone. As soon as I finish these 50 cards, I'll begin my Christmas card writing. I'm tempted this year to do a form letter. We'll see. Most important to me is the grandkid photos I send. The kids change so much and I like my friends to have up-to-date pictures of them. Plus, I have a brand new grandson this year. I know Christmas cards are old fashioned, but so are a lot of my friends: we appreciate the hand written and specific. I love reading Miss Manners in the newspaper, because she is a dinosaur like me, and still values the effort of cards, thank yous and get wells. She's fighting a hopeless battle but I admire her for it. As long as I can do it, I'm putting in the effort, to show my love and concern. It's a little thing, but most gestures are. And from little things come surprising connections and affections.