Michael Miner writes:
This is going to be very hard to write now, and after what was said last night you probably don’t even want me to write anything.
So began a painstakingly composed yearbook inscription written about half a century ago by a graduating high school senior to the boy she was saying good-bye to. It was for his eyes only. But today, to the astonishment of that author, it’s posted online at the website classmates.com, where any of us may pay to violate her privacy by reading it.
Classmates has decided to traffic in nostalgia, but it traffics carelessly.
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