Western Union delivered their very last telegram on Friday. I don't know if most of my generation has even heard of telegrams. They were obsolete long before I was born, of course. Still, this marks something of a significant moment, a coming of age, irrevocably moving from the Industrial to the Information Age, so to speak.
I was once in a play (Sorry, Wrong Number) in which my receipt of a telegram was a crucial plot device.
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I remember that you got murdered at the end. You did a good job as I recall. And I'm not just saying that because I'm your mother.
Yes, I got murdered in the end.
I don't know if I was good or not; I'm not a great judge of my own performances. I did get a lot of complimentary feedback. The drama teacher still didn't like me any better, though.
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