tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24809471.post116166575842888567..comments2023-07-16T01:44:14.883-07:00Comments on postcardsfrompaulie: What in the hell do you write about when. . .Pauliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08947247448533001322noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24809471.post-1161699903008419902006-10-24T07:25:00.000-07:002006-10-24T07:25:00.000-07:00I had penpals, too...and they were as real to me a...I had penpals, too...and they were as real to me as yours were to you. I lived far out in the country and was rarely "in town" ...I had stuff to do on the farm and going to town was serious business, so I made friends via the US post office.<BR/>I think perhaps the blogs of today fill that need. we get to be freinds with some of the people we "meet" because it is tough to find people in your real life. You and I are SO much alike...I love to write, love to teach, love to garden. I find that you have a myriad of interests, as well. And your devotion to Meryl is truly the mark of a good friend. Who else would worry, take the bus and walk in the rain for a friend in the hospital? Not many!Chloehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14241412754553157778noreply@blogger.com