Don't get me wrong. As a long-winded fiction writer and blogger, my computer, laptop, and smart phone are important and more helpful to me than I could ever properly express. I appreciate them with a capital "A". (Cut&paste is like, God.) And when I found the ordering page of the small, local press that has published a historical book that includes the paternal side of my family, and discovered you have to send a check through the mail for it, I did experience a brief moment of Oh How Inconvenient.
That moment passed with a quickness and without leaving any residual trail the second I realized, Holy crap, I can actually WRITE to somebody again in this crazy-assed, fast-paced, dumbed-down world of LOL, Paypal, and THX, C U L8TR. Holy crap!
So I pulled out the ol' stationery and postal stamps, polished up my Pilot pen, and wrote a brief letter to the author to go along with my check. And I enjoyed every doggone minute of it. (I even hyphenated "acquaintances" when I came prematurely to the end of a line *giggle*) I felt human again, instead of an extension of some machine or other.
Sometimes, the simplest thing does the most for you.
(More info to come on that local historical book.)
(Yeah, I can imagine what came to mind when you read my subject title, heheh. That's a whole other post.)