The Bent Page

Something I’ve done for years is send postcards to a long list of people. In the days of email and blogs, it seems the postcard may be on its way out. Nonetheless, I maintain the tradition. In the first place, it’s good to support the postman. He has to deliver all that junk mail and I’d prefer to give him a more noble document to carry to its intended destination. Hence the search for the right card, the postage, the mail box or post office. This is also part of the fun. Then there is the issue of what to write.

That’s me in the photo above. Not in England, however, but in Gibraltar. I double check the message on my cards in case there are any last minute second thoughts or additions I’d like to put there. In my notebook, I keep a running list of addresses. This is also part of the fun because every time I scan the list I’m reminded of the people who are important in my life.

Another part of the thrill is hearing from those to whom the postcards were sent. They issue an email, a call, a “you lucky bastard” comment. My favorite responses are the ones that go something like, “I’m going with you next time.” To these I reply, “The more the merrier.” For me travel is about exploration and experience, a pursuit best enjoyed with others.