This postcard’s late too. But at least it got here, unlike my poor package of souvenirs from Hawaii. I finally have closure on that though – it was apprehended and disposed of by a “Spill Team: Zone 3.” Apparently one (or more) of the jars of incomparably delicious passion fruit butter broke, contaminating the other contents and making the package enough of a security risk to be rendered undeliverable. Sigh. No vintage postcards for me.
Anyway. The news from Saturday is in.
Every Saturday at 1:30 pm, I create and send a postcard from wherever I happen to be. I call this Greetings from Saturday.