Thursday, November 30, 2006

Day 30 (Part 3): Postcards

I have received the first of what I hope are many, many postcards. This one comes to me from Merujo of Church of the Big Sky who spent time in the mid-80s in the U.K. She sent this card of the sanctuary knocker at Durham Cathedral.


Thank you, Merujo!

10 comments:

Merujo said...

Whoo-hoo! Next day delivery in the District! That gives me some faith in the good ol' USPS!!

Janet M. Kincaid said...

It's one of the few things that actually works in the city!

By the way--I used PhotoBooth to get a shot of your card, as I don't have a scanner. Not too bad, eh?

What's that saying: desperation is the mother of invention?

Sister Mary Lisa said...

Excellent stuff. Still haven't come across a display of cards yet...but hey, surprises in the mail when you least expect them are the best kind!

Janet M. Kincaid said...

SML: You could always draw one...

Anonymous said...

Hey Janet, I'll send you one from the really F&*%ed up city of Midland, TX...home of George bush (Gag!)

Janet M. Kincaid said...

JOOM: Sounds good. I've never had a postcard from Midland.

Sister Mary Lisa said...

I could draw one too......of course there are a lot of beautiful images that come out of Montana.

Janet M. Kincaid said...

SML: I wouldn't object. And I'd probably frame it, too.

As for finding postcards, I always find them in obscure places like drugstores. In the touristy towns, they're always easy to find and airports are the bastion of postcards. But I've had places where finding them wasn't that simple. Half Moon Bay, CA, is a good example. There, I finally found some in a Long's Drug.

My goal is to try to find some cards in places you wouldn't expect, like second hand shops and grocery stores and such. We'll see how it turns out.

Anonymous said...

It is on the passenger seat of my patrol car, Janet.

I'll mail it today.

Janet M. Kincaid said...

Gunfighter: Yeah! And speaking of patrol cars... I've only ever been in a patrol car twice. Once with my uncle, who was a CHiP and who was showing a 12 year old the finer points of this piece of equipment (lights, sirens, speed), and once with DC's finest when my car, which had been purloined by some unknown, uncaught perp, was found. And now there's a postcard in your patrol car that's making it's way to a post office and then to my humble abode. There's something vicarious about that that seems cool. Can't wait to receive your card!