The landing of a paper airplane brings joy By Carl Heintze Pawing through my papers the other day I found myself staggered by their quantity, the accumulation of 50 years. I won't comment on their quality. Suffice it to say there's a lot of paper there.
Some folks do it tacitly, by really touching someone.
Others accomplish it by speech or song. My way has been to write what I'm thinking about down on paper in hopes that someone is going to want to read it. That, of course, is a large, egotistical assumption. You just never know. And even if you do know, sometimes you'd just as soon not know.