I hear music when I look at this postcard. It's my mother singing an old Jackson Five song. Sounds pretty. But then I realize, she's singing it to the entire staff of Travelcare. And they are all doomed. (Click below to hear song.) June 18, 1995- Hi!! Here I am in New York City now! Love to all- Joan 6 Charles Street-1D New York, New York 10014
Ah...my mother. Ever since I moved from Florida to California for college, I've been receiving letters from her about two times per week. Some I tore up. But most of them, I kept in a large container I hid in the corner of my garage. Now, I'm claiming my place as the official curator for this still-growing, ever-evolving collection of her advice, warnings, fears and curious discoveries.
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