Sounds like a good bit of fun.
All i ever get are letters from people trying to sell me life insurance, strange utensils for cooking odd looking foodstuffs and the usual franked rubbish.
Usually containing pieces of paper saying that I have to pay the name at the top of the page money so the said name can go and buy a new set of golf clubs instead of fixing the roads,schools,nhs,police force etc etc etc
grumble grumble and so forth
I don't know where i'll be in twenty years or what i'll be only that i'll want to be where i am and who i am, then. don't you?