I didn’t understand why I had been sent the postcard to my Iowa State teaching assistant box over winter break. Was it a goofy message from my buddy John who taught English in Daejeon, Korea? Was it a joke from one of my former professors who taught an Unreliable Narrator class? Was it a sly … Continued
Back in the day, my father had two main hobbies: garage sale-ing and stamp collecting. The way that these two hobbies manifested themselves in combination was when my dad would go to an estate sale (meaning someone has died), he would purchase the deceased’s collection of letters. He then would browse for any stamps of … Continued
Found on Huger Street. I hope Olga got better.
I work for a large corporation in a mega-complex that was built in the early 1980s. While cleaning out my desk in preparation for a move, I found this postcard jammed into the back of the drawer.
It’s sad that this post-card never made it to the intended recipient, even though it doesn’t say anything terribly important.
This was found inside a copy of an Isaac Asimov book at Walrus and Carpenter Used Books. I couldn’t resist buying the book and found the postcard upon later inspection. I hope they don’t come looking for me next.
This is a postcard I found under the floor of my attic. There’s enough name info here it could be interesting to some living family of the sender and recipient.
Got the most bizarre stalker postcard in my mailbox today. It’s addressed for the previous tenant (*phew*), a Mr. D. Snodgrass. The front is completely hand inked with metallic craft pen and the whole thing is chunky with decoupage glue. Looks like a lot of lonely went into this.
I found this postcard in 2000, and have had it on my bulletin board ever since. The note was written to a Memphis woman from an address in Missouri back in 1957. I guess they’d had enough.
I found this post card many years ago outside of a hotel I was staying in.