Thursday, July 9, 2015

Near & Dear.

Dear Everyone,

You know, some of you, that I love to send you a postcard, now and then, and a very few of you know, that I have felt rather old, dusty and antiquated for my efforts.  Why, I wonder, do the things we love to do become, sometimes, resented, useless, empty burdens?  Well, this is the kind of rhetorical question that might be perfect for a postcard, but, who shall receive it?

I got the horse right here, his name is Paul Revere.  By that, I mean, can do, can do.  Cast your eyes this way, folks:  Postcrossing!  Yes, this was made for you and me, sans doute!

I am running to my pen, cards, and stamps!  You will be hearing from me, and soon!

The Fugue for Tinhorns is a lodestar for me, a constant inspiration, so let's hear it just once more.