adopted postcard

I like the postcard I just addressed.

So, from privately to ... practically privately:

"Dear Alan,

A Belgian postcard and a Hawaiian
stamp. Where in the world is Carmen
Sandiego?

You know what is great, unique
about a postcard? Your fingerprints
reflect in the light. Granted, they may
be a clerk's or a carrier's. That's why
I'm mailing this on a cold day when
gloves are worn and, doubly for the
route drivers, heat coils are cracked
and antifreeze is low. No other mechanical
problems though - I do want the post-
card to arrive. Look for my fingerprint
on the darkest part of the postcard.

I'm interested to know if you've had
any days or moments of epiphany. Or,
what has made you think hard lately?

Seeing you in Toledo was enough. It
was good for the soul. The sight of a
person has so many of its own benefits.
Like something out of "The Double Life
of Veronique."

I'm not giving you much to go on or re-
spond to, but hey, it is a hello.

I trust you as well.

Love John Malich"