I’ve got an issue, & you know I’ll get to it, but let’s start with the two top postcards:
Do you see that funky card? It’s postmarked from San Francisco, California, and is mine thanks to a swap-bot trade of “ad/free” postcards. This one had been printed on both sides, so the sender affixed labels for her message & my address. She writes, “…I’ve never actually tuned in to this program–I’ll have to give it a try!” I haven’t heard it either, though I have tuned in to the station.
The cloudy view is from Hamburg, Germany, via Postcrossing. The sender writes, “…in front you see Blaukeuese, a western area of Hamburg. It is a former fishing village which in 1301 documented the first time was mentioned.”
Okay, here we go. The card on the bottom, from São Paulo, Brazil. It’s apparently from a Postcrosser with whom I’ve had postcard interaction in one direction or the other. Let’s flip it over:
Hmm… let’s take a closer look at the text:
How nice it is to stay connected? Sincere? A bond?!? I have had pizza advertisement fall from out of my newspaper that seemed more heartfelt & personal than this! I’m afraid that if you do not actually write a single thing on your postcard, you have not made any connection at all. All of that empty space makes me weep, figuratively speaking (this reminds me of a certain swap-botter from whom I received another cold postcard this week, but I’ll address that in a later post, if my heart can handle it).
It is a crazy world.