Found this yesterday in a bottom drawer I haven’t opened for lo these many years.
First off, the stamp. A quick google tells us that the buying power of that stamp today would be 29 cents, so it really was a bargain. And let's consider what service it bought..
For starters, I hadn’t been on the faculty at Westbrook for more than a year.Next, there’s no street address given -- and in addition, we'd moved just a few months before.
And – my last name was no longer Handleman.
That envelope reached me just fine.
So what did the letter say? I re-read it last week – can’t seem to find it now. Maybe it got into the throw-out pile.In it, that literary agent assured me he was still interested in the book I was writing. I seem to remember he'd contacted me after seeing an article I’d written in a national magazine, and we had indeed discussed a book. But what do you suppose it was to be about?
By the date of that postmark I’d married and was happy as clam with a new baby.
Did not publish my first book until 30 years later. It was a real estate textbook.