My Uncle Jim recognized me in the background of a small picture in Time magazine, and made the effort to cut the clipping and mail it to me.
When anyone in my parents’ generation would see someone’s child in the paper, that’s what they’d do: cut it out and mail it off, so they’d have extra copies. And even in these days of email forwards and blogging, there’s nothing quite like getting a clipping in the mail, especially when you didn’t know about the article in the first place. Continue reading