Of course, the most critical part of postcards and letters are: a proper address to send it to, and a friend to write.
Also, I like to think about all the hands which touch the card as it makes the journey from my writing desk to a happy (I expect) recipient who peeks in their post box / letter slot and see something other than a utility bill or an bulk/junk mail from a real estate agent.
I also wonder how the “hand off“ in international mail works from one country to the next. Do the workers peek at the – almost illegible – scribble on my postcards? Do they wonder who wrote the missives and who the recipient is? . Do you think about these logistics & vagaries? Or is it just me? .
As life goes… coming online brought devastating news. My dear comrade Rod Howard Ash passed away in his sleep in Provo, Utah. Memorial and burial already behind and his gaggle of admirers are bound for Diamond Fork hot pots to magnify his memory.
This sacred place is the last place i saw this wonderful man –,i was in rough shape and he whisked me, Marty, his son and nephew up to our “church”, yabbering & driving like Neal Cassady – effervscent with lifeforce & boundless energy & optimism. Of course his hair added another 6 inches to the 4 his creepers gave him. A natural diplomat, super conductor & connector with style & smile for days.
Im not sure why him and not me.
Will love him forever and will be in Utah during Memorial Day weekend for Mom’s body donor ceremony and will pay a proper tribute with tears & poems.
Thank you for showing me what boundless love looks like Mr. Ash. You are ours forever.
(Rod snapped this photo of me along the trail to the springs where we savoured so many happy times)
Note to self: add the other snaps from Rod’s camera that Diamond Fork day