MARTI HEALY: In search of a lost tradition

MARTI HEALY: In search of a lost tradition

It wasn’t the first store. It was one of many. The young clerk was sincere. Sweet. Polite. Ernest. Stymied. So was the store manager to whom he was speaking on his headset. But when he asked me if I could describe to them exactly what I meant by “letter writing stationery,” I became rather alarmed. So … it had come to this. Here was the final disappearance of personal handwritten letters. We no longer as a society have the basic tools for writin…