Friday Night Seance

Tonight I checked at the front desk for a lens I'm suppose to be receiving in the mail. Instead I got a package from my dad's attorney who has just closed his estate after nearly four years. The parcel contained a bunch of business records and letters. I was looking at a letter from the East Fairfield Coal Company to my dad. My eye went straight to the only small talk, "How is your photography coming? I won Honorable Mention at the Canfield Fair for a landscape scene of swans." It was really strange because I thought they were writing to me. I guess they were I just received it a generation later.