On a late Saturday afternoon in the Fall, a year before 9/11, my mother sent me the following email, with the subject line “my new email address”:
If you have received this epistle, I am connected to Earthlink and somehow sending email through Outlook. I think. Anyway, save the address.
Changing isps is way too hard for me to do it again soon.
I hope I remember to cancel MSN . . .
Love you lots and lots.
If you don’t want to talk about stuff, now you can email me.
For some reason that I cannot imagine, it took me four days to reply. I sent her this on October 25th at 6:17 PM:
well … how often do you think you’ll check this eMail address?
The next morning, on October 26th at 11:20 AM, she wrote me:
Pretty often. I’m really excited about my new earthlink account. I plan to get some things done on the web that I didn’t know how to do before.
So, keep sending me emails.
I love you,