I have a basket. Its name is “Outgoing Mail” and it currently is empty. But today, someone will excitedly ask, “Can I put something in your basket?” – like it is an honor place their very important envelope filled with their deepest, darkest secrets (okay, so probably just bills or plats or other work documents) in my basket – instead of just leaving it in a pile on my desk. It makes me happy that the basket is held in such high regard. I think everyone should have a basket or two to fill with letters. I mean, who woudn’t want a basket of letters?