I'll See Your Postcard and Raise You a Magnet
Sweet Misery laid it down. I'm picking it up. Here is the front of my refrigerator.
The only thing I love more than sending postcards is getting postcards. This doesn't even scratch the surface of my collection, but these are some of my favorites.
The St. Bernard postcard from Switzerland was actually addressed to Elvis. It says,
"Dear Elvis,
I hope that this card's photo doesn't frighten you. I have been told that these dogs are actually very nice, and when you are lost and thirsty, they will let you drink from the little thing on the large dog's neck. Delicious.
Cheers! (say hi to Amy for me, ok? Thanks!)"
The Standing on a Corner in Winslow, Arizona card is the only one that's actually mine. On a lark, a friend and I made a day trip up to Winslow to stand on the corner. As fate would have it, a few days after we made plans to go, I scored a free ticket to see the Eagles in concert. I wasn't an Eagles fan before, but I do have a new appreciation for them.
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The beauty of tape allows for rearranging of cards. To get eye level placement, though, the card really needs to have cornball/kitsch quality. If you send me a basic skyline pic of the Strip, it'll have to go on the bottom. Sorry. I do have some standards.
But I see I have one basic card from Hamburg, Germany. That could be demoted to the bottom if you send me a horizontal card. I can't disrupt the balance I currently have.
Dang, had I known I would have looked for a cool one on my trip & sent it to you!
I sent a couple of my friends some really cheesy PCs from Spain, they were of spanish dancers, but the skirts were actual lace sewed to the card. I think they came with an envelope. Ya gotta love postcards that come with an envelope.
It's my fault for not asking for a postcard from your trip. You'll have to go again.
:-)