If the tell-tale sign of Aunt Carol’s handwriting didn’t tip me off the address label (free from some nonprofit) would.
Inside, a note from my aunt and a folded piece of paper. I recognize the paper.
It’s computer scratch paper. Growing up we had tons of it. I’m not really sure why random symbols were printed out, but Dad would bring it home as scratch paper from his job as a principal. This is actually the good computer scratch paper because you could tear off the dots. The previous generation had dots that were not perforated and you had to use scissors to remove them.
And inside a picture and a story.
What a fun blast from the past.