found magazine comes alive

F and R and in town.
Good times.

Yesterday, we spent maybe an hour looking at old postcards at Really Good Stuff. Most were already written. It is fun and sneaky to be sorting through other people's mail. Fascinating, though.

In general people write really boring postcards. Many about the weather. A surprising number documenting medical conditions. There was a series of postcards from an Ali to a boy named James who lived a few blocks from my house. She loved him. It was sad to see those postcards in a junk store. Had they shared a 'happily ever after,' the postcards would not have been on a rack for us to read.

And we bought an 8x10 of a couple with their unhappy looking cat to add to the family album.