I have entirely too many postcards in my possession. Post cards usually purchased during travel to share my journey with friends and family who have the horrible misfortune (London) or joyous fortune (a different day in London) not to be with me. Therefore, I felt a surge of guilt shoot through my whatever when upon finishing a half-assed room clean I had piled up an obscene number of purchased but unsent postcards. So, they must go. My aunt Sherry was nice enough to email around a relatively comprehensive family contact sheet. I have a booklet of postcards from the Duchamp/Manray/Picabia exhibit I saw in London (+,-) last Spring. My family gave me a book called The 2,548 Best Things Anybody Ever Said, for Christmas.
Guess what. I’m putting my three hands together and sending a quote on a card to each family address I’ve got. Random? Maybe, but I’ve got to start somewhere.