Delete, Delete, Delete

I am very bad about deleting my email, especially funny and witty messages from friends. When I finally get around to it, I end up reading them all over again and usually cracking up again too. These are often posts from my high school friends aka the Brother Fish. On the negative side, I think of all the witticisms of our generation that cease to exist. No letters, creased and yellowed with age, will let future generations know our thoughts.

But the upside is that email allows us to communicate with all of our friends at once and often sets off a chain of responses, each one more hilarious than the rest. Let’s face it, snail mail can’t do that. We would never get around to writing actual letters and mailing them. So more people are kept in the loop, and it’s easier to keep up to date with what is going on in each other’s lives.

So we won’t archive it, but so what? It’s the speed and the momentary thought that count. At our age, we need to get that thought out to each other while it’s still there.