Mail stops

What? No Facebook, Instagram, or even email?

Just good old-fashioned mail stops.

At the post office, you’d show your ID and be handed a stack of letters from friends and family, sent weeks earlier.

It kept us in our bubble, shielded from the outside world.

For the most part, that was a good thing—until one group member learned about the death of a beloved grandparent after the funeral had taken place.


More TransAm ’81 impressions:

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