Mark Richardson

Seattle. Me with my Remington portable when I was Frank’s age. I am probably writing a letter. My friends and family were scattered all over, long distance calls were expensive, and, for me, the internet was just a rumor. So I wrote long letters to keep up. I’d tell stories about what was going on, not unlike something I might post on Tumblr now, but I knew only one person would be reading what I wrote. 

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