“You know what’s funny is that in a way, old school letters are how I ended up in Boston.” “Handwritten letters? Like Dear Heart’s?” “Yeah. In fourth and fifth grade, we had pen pals at other schools. Fourth grade was Florida history, so we traded letters with a class in Tallahassee because it’s the state capital. Fifth grade was Colonial history, so my teacher set up a pen pal project with a fifth-grade class in Boston. I grew up in a suburb of Orlando, a master planned city, and at the time, it was one of the newest cities in the country. We were supposed to write to our pen pal to compare
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