OK, I’ve had it! My suppressed anger is starting to boil. For many years I’ve complained to friends and anyone who would listen about the lost art of correspondence. No one sends thank-you notes. When there’s a lull in the conversation, I don’t chitchat about the weather or brag about my grandchildren. I get right toone of my pet peeves: Why don’t people respond when they receive a gift?

I know enough not to engage anyoneyounger than50 in this diatribe. Snailmail hasgone the way of the dinosaurs.