What? No facebook, Instagram or even e-mail?
Nope. Just mail stops.
After identifying yourself in the post office, you’d receive a stack of letters that your friends and family had written to you weeks earlier.
It allowed us to stay in our ‘bubble’, and ignore what was happening in the rest of the world.
For the most part – that was a good thing. That is until one group member found out about the death of a beloved grandparent after the funeral had already taken place.
More Trans Am. ’81 impressions: