Recently my old shipmate Phil Wade and I were reminiscing about his stamp collection. Phil is the most unlikely collector, but his many books of stamps depicting all things that float are an impressive record of a lifetime of travel. I call Phil a ‘collector of stamps, a collector of dreams.’
Not for the first time, we hashed over the evolution of communication over our lifetimes. Sending postcards to friends and, more poignantly, receiving them at poste restante (for those under the age of 30, Google it!), was such a joy.
Since social media and the way people now communicate, often while ‘bowling alone,’ is ever more in the news, I have to retell a favourite story (for probably the 100th time). This is a story from the 1970s, and…
