The Last Stamps I'll Ever Make My Mother Buy?

As a follow-on to recent discussion about the paper accoutrements of pre-digital life, I sent my mother to the post office in the freezing cold to buy me 100 self-adhesive stamps today for my new year cards.  OK, she was going anyway and I did give her money and it really wasn't that cold, but you get the idea.  One hundred stamps might well be the last I ever buy, however.  I've been reviewing my list of those nice or naughty enough to merit a new year card, and I have postal addresses for a scant 40% of them.  I've received a few holiday cards already and mined those for return addresses.  There are the people at work - or who have left that place of work - for whom I never acquired postal details.  There are the people whose "we've moved" notices I foolishly discarded.  I blame myself for poor database maintenance, but I also blame digital life.  Asking for a postal address seems almost awkwardly intrusive and suggestive, like asking for a clothing size in order to buy an unwelcome gift.

What now?  I've had some success using internet phonebook type sites to suss out postal addresses, I've asked a few people outright, I'm sending a couple of cards to business addresses when I don't have homes.  Should I create an electronic version of my traditional paper card and simply email the placeless digerati in my life?  Seems like throwing in the towel, much like I feel about the flimsy drugstore produced photo-cards with the holiday borders wrapped around the cute kids, pets and families. 

I guess time will tell.  I really want paper to win this one, but I think I see the writing on the virtual walls.

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