Five postcards came in the mail today. I can’t ever remember getting that many at once, except maybe political cards ahead of an election. Actually only four were from human beings I know; the fifth was from the state, reminding me to renew my vehicle registration. Even so, the mailman must think it odd that so many trickle to my address.

Even more remarkably, two of today’s cards depicted places to stay: the Mallory Hotel in Portland, Oregon, which has a different name now, and the Blood Mountain Cabins of Blairsville, Georgia. What accommodations create postcards to sell or give away anymore, besides the Munger Moss Motel? Then again, these particular cards, while not yellow with age, could easily be 20 or 30 years old.

Another was an old tourist card of Rome, and the fourth was a restaurant card, depicting 317@Montgomery Street, a place in Syracuse, NY. Looks pretty nice.