One day last week when I got back to the Inn after my usual 9-10 hour day at the VA, I opened my room and met a flurry of postcards which had been slipped under the door. I recognized some of the pictures from MY collection of post-cards--(I like to send post-cards from places I'm not, but I used to be )-- Amish Country in Lancaster, PA; NYC; "The Creation of Adam" from Rome; the Chicago Bears; Kauai, HI; Busch Gardens, Tampa Bay; Charlotte, NC.... Some of the messages were in handwriting with initials I did not recognize; some from best friends back in Maine. I finally "got it."
That Judd (!)(my Maine-and-only-man,) must have passed out postcards and my address to suppah club, to Ryley's overnight party....heck, maybe even on street corners--I was getting post cards from all over...
I learned a new concept too.... One postcard said this:
-Is this the pose for a lonely prince?
-Call me king.
- how about you drink it from my mouth? - Ouran"
