Writer Mary Ruefle doesn’t own a computer. Her website (obviously managed by someone else) suggests that in order to contact her you should run into someone she knows personally on the street. Well, I emailed someone she knows personally. Then I sat down to my typewriter and typed her a letter, which she answered (also with a typewriter, and with better margins). And so our conversation began.
I recently came across an old cryalog that I kept during the month of April in 1998. “C” stands for the fact I cried, the number of Cs represents the number of times I cried, and “NC” indicates that I did not cry on that day.