While helping clean the art room at my school, I came across a box of postcards someone had donated. I figured there must have been at least a hundred, half of them written in other languages, and postmarked from all over the world. So I did what any finder would do: shoved the stack in … Continued
Early signs of a stalker?
Found this a couple years ago in a book (Hunter Thompson’s “Hell’s Angels”) that I picked up somewhere… garage sale… ex-girlfriend… who knows. It’s at least ten years old but probably closer to twenty. I mailed it to the address on the card with a note but have had no response. Been trying to work … Continued
This showed up in my mailbox (wrong address): an unsigned postcard from Grand Teton National Park. Don’t most people put meals in the freezer if they know someone can’t take care of himself?
My husband found this postcard crumpled up on the grass outside our house in the spring of 2000.
My friend Asif found this postcard in the basement when he was moving into a new house.
I found this postcard in a littered parking space at a condo complex and read it a few times. I find myself interpreting the open ended statements a little differently each time. My interpretations get a little darker each time. It truly is an “In-Tents” message as the pre-printed text declares.
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
It’s sad that this post-card never made it to the intended recipient, even though it doesn’t say anything terribly important.