By Mickey Friedman
September 25, 2011
The Jungle, Costa Rica
Frank T, who transformed sandwich life as we knew it in Great Barrington, and simultaneously built a home for wayward Barringtonians of all shapes, sizes, and pedigree and fed them MacGuidos and Avocado Montalbans, starts his day here in Costa Rica with a look back in time and space by reading the Berkshire Eagle online.
I thought that by traveling into the jungle, I would leave news of home back home. Because I haven’t traveled in a very long time, I was stuck in the past, thinking of a pre-email, non-Facebook universe, where you got away. I mean far away. I can remember my first trip to Europe where I would have to find the nearest American Express office to send and receive old-fashioned, written by hand, often illegible mail. Correspondence weeks old. But today’s traveling is something new.
Frank says you can’t really get mail mail here because there are no real reliable addresses, let alone reliable roads or reliable mail-carriers ready to track down unreliable addresses on countless miles of unreliable roads. But with high-speed internet, there’s email, the internet, and The Eagle.
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