To Whim It May Concern

During a recent visit with my sister, which always ends up meandering down memory lane, we remembered, both fondly and not so much, living together in Boston as we looked for jobs. This was (way) back when we didn't have Internet access, and we actually looked for work in the classifieds and sent out real, paper resumes and cover letters.

She had just graduated from college, I was finishing my master's degree, we were sharing a very small apartment, and we were both clearly in a big hurry to find