Tale of woe ....
In 2001, I decided to be dedicated about having an address book and dedicated to being organized, so I transferred most of my addresses into this nice little leatherbound book I got from a family member, and threw away the little scraps I had saved with the return addresses.
And then ... because I kept the address book in a prominent position to remind me to write people ... it apparently fell off that prominent position and out of my life forever. I was devastated. I searched for weeks. That was shortly after I moved here and losing all those addresses cut me off from everyone.
Now I have a box full of return addresses waiting ... waiting ... waiting to be transferred into my new, larger, unlosable, supposedly, address book.