The Remarkable Foolish Postcard Club

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A postcard.

Hand written.

By me.

Sent to you.

As a personal thank you for signing up for the post card club.

What?

Postcard Club?

What are you talking about sir?

Are ya daft Jimmie?

A little bit.

When I was youngish.

Theatre school age.

I used to love sending postcards to friends. There were times that I felt close to people who sent me a couple of post cards a year.

It was nice getting something physical. Something meaningful. Something meaningless. Either way, it took time on my end to send, and got there slow.

So many things are about timing.

Post cards move at a different groove than email or text.

A few random words can add joy to a day.

So, with that in mind, I’ve started something foolish:

A postcard club.

Here’s how it works:

You send me your address. Your mailing address. I promise only to use this for post card trading.

Go to this form to sign up right meow.

Once we have enough Post Card club members, I give your address to someone else and you get another persons address. You send a strange…