Recently my nutty Uncle Dave died, and we are left wondering who will harangue the Philadelphia Enquirer now.  He spent a good deal of his adult life writing to them weekly, a crank with a bone to pick.  He’d complain about the streetlight on the corner, the tolls, the potholes, the dust, and lord only knows what else.  He described himself as a writer, and took this work very seriously.  A crusader for comfy living in the city, he collected opinions from all, and composed a carefully worded nut-rant for the editors.  I’m quite sure they knew him by name after decades of slitting open his shaky-handed letters, and yet they didn’t give him an obituary!   After all, he was a most loyal reader.  Anyway, my point is, whether you are a batty old woman who writes letters to dead people and leaves them on their graves, or love letters to your beloved, or letters to cancel some boring event, or even if you are like my uncle Dave, you must write letters to let the world know what you are all about!  Make your little voices heard in their most beautiful format, the letter.