This is Martin. Martin was my pen pal when I was in fourth grade. We wrote letters back and forth for almost a year. I spoke to him once on the phone at Christmas, which I think was one of the gifts from my parents that year because I am sure it was expensive, long distance and all. I had to purchase air mail stamps to mail my letters. The cost to send a letter to England was about 35 cents, which was the same price as a comic book. I remember riding my bike into town stopping at the post office first to buy the stamps because the temptation of using the money for a Batman comic or ice cream at Burdicks was too great.
I always looked forward to getting Martin's letters. He spelled words in a funny way; colour, centre, cheque to name a few. He did not take a vacation but he went on holiday. Eventually the letters stopped. He must have discovered cricket or girls or something. Or maybe he thought I was weird because I wrote to him about my pet rock named Rodan. Or, maybe, one time I actually stopped at the news stand before the post office and picked up a copy of Daredevil (there was new guy writing the issue named Frank Miller).
I often wonder what happened to Martin. I don't have any of his letters, only his picture that was stuck in an old scrapbook. I am pretty sure he was from Leeds, but I could be wrong. I did try to Google him but I did not have much luck.
I am going to test the Internet. I am going to see if I can find Martin in a six degree of separation type of thing. I know a few people from England, Melinda being one of them. Does anyone know Martin? He would be in his late 30's, from Leeds, his last name was Rivett. Tell him to email me.