My friends and family know how much I love to write postcards. When we went to Gettysburg in June I felt like a slacker for sending “only” eleven to various people we know. The thing I love abut postcards is that, with the incorporation of email into our everyday lives in the 1990s, the personal letter has become a thing of the past. I am not saying I want to return to a life before electronic mail, it’s just that I miss the exhilaration of reaching into the mailbox and pulling out a letter from a friend far away. If it contained a few newspaper clippings and a photo or two, even better. Postcards are an ideal middle-ground. And besides, I feel so bohemian when I’m sitting in a coffee shop far from home writing them out. I always thought it was just me, but thankfully I am not the only one who sees it this way.