Category: Mail

This is a neighborhood-centric representation of St. Paul.  Alas, the sender lives in Minneapolis, so her neighborhood is not represented.  I’m interested as to why a chunker of land on the other side of the river is still St. Paul.  I would have assumed that the river would be the sensible dividing line.

I adore this postcard, from a bookstore.  It’s design makes me look again.  And again and again and again. It’s going to look great when it makes it to the wall display.

A very nice arty view of the Stone Arch Bridge, which I can’t wait to see for myself.

Sadly, the postcards were labeled 1, 3, & 4 and #2 has gone missing. It’s been a week and has not shown up.

My postcards stack up next to my computer and the idea is that I change out the display on the wall every time I get enough postcards in the stack to make a new row.  That hasn’t really happened, I’ve just been stacking.

It’s been months since I’ve switched them out.  But it’s time.  A gust of wind made the currently displayed postcards askew.

Here’s the new result.  44 postcards displayed. 

They look great.

This postcard is not correctly oriented.  So sorry. But it’s from regular commenter Sara.She got this postcard while staying in W Hotel, St. Petersberg. It’s very shiny looking.

Tara my boss sent this to me.  They visit family on Long Island every summer, and on this trip they went to the Empire State Building. After that, they walked through the West Village looking for Taylor Swift (one of her daughters is a fan) but no luck.

This is from regular commenter Jan who observes “I’m not totally sure what ‘she’ is going to get but it sort of looks like she wants it.”

This is from Cindy, she of the fabulous wedding last summer. It’s from Great Basin National Park and Cindy said no one was there.  However in Zion National Park, everyone in the world was there. 

 Keep that in mind when planning your next summer vacation.

These are from H., who is luring me to Kansas.  Here are some Oregon Trail immigrants, which is fitting since those immigrants likely started their trip in Missouri, not far from where I am visiting.  So I’m doing the reverse commute.  But in an airplane, not a covered wagon.  I don’t have THAT much vacation time.

And here is one of the sights at Fort Leavenworth that I might get to see.

But via Illinois!  This was sent by Heather, who recently visited Metropolis and is enticing me out to…

This place!

Where I will be visiting very soon.

And here we have #6 of 17, the Sears Tower in Chicago.

Didn’t they change the name?

Postcard # 5 of 17 has arrived.  It is yet another view of Biltmore Estates.

and Virginia, and Virginia, and Virginia, and Virginia, and Virginia, and Virginia, and Virginia, and Virginia, and Virginia, and Virginia, and Virginia, and Virginia, and Virginia, and Virginia.

That’s right. Regular commenter Sara cleaned out her stash and I got a long letter of 17 postcards.  15 arrived today.  Only #5 and #6 are missing.  When will they show?  I’m pretty sure this is one of the reasons why my regular postal carrier knows me. Who else has such fun mail?

Colonial Williamsburg

Governor’s Place at Colonial Willamsburg.

Covered bridge.

Kentuck Knob, Frank Lloyd Wright house.

St. Clement’s Church in Philadelphia.

More Kentuck Knob.

Here, I’ll translate for you:  The Conciergerie.

Summer evenings at the Biltmore House

Franciscan Monastery of the Holy Lady in Washington DC

This is not translated.  But I bet you know what it is.  

Another of our friend St. Clement’s church.

West View of Biltmore House, but in the fall.

It’s a Portland church!

An interior of the Franciscan Monastery of the Holy Land.

And here’s the largest private office building in the world.

Whenever I get around to updating my postcard display, someone is going to dominate an entire row.  Which, knowing that someone, was part of her plan.