The Thank You Note Evangelists’ Dream Come True:
As I stood in my row on my flight to San Antonio waiting for my row mate to return from the lavatory, I glanced at the bent head of the passenger in front of me. On his tray table lay a stack of large plain-white index-sized cards with what looked like a cursive monogram. Nah, I thought. Have to be notes for a meeting. But then he took out a fresh card, dated it in the right hand corner, and as his hand began to write, I said:
“Excuse me. Are you writing thank you notes?”
He turned and looked up at me and smiled.
“Handwritten notes are still appreciated,” he said.
“Oh my God, dude,” I blurted. “That’s so cool.”
As we debarked, I told him I’d posted about him on Facebook.
He beamed.
Then I asked, “how many did you write?”
Wait for it… S-E-V-E-N-T-Y-F-I-V-E!
