Once upon a time, there was a custom that is no longer in vogue. Few indeed are the visitors to this blog who indulged in this charming but long forgotten annual rite. Each Valentine's day, after we had all received our valentines from that big red and white box in our classrooms, we went home and that evening, we addressed another collection of those treasured cards and walked the neighborhood to distribute them. We walked to his or her front door, slipped the valentine under the door, rang the bell and ran away. Why am I the only old guy who remembers that old custom? Was it unique to my Hartley Avenue neighborhood?