Friday, July 25, 2003
A side effect of the trip to Chicago is that I've actually been able to make my postcards to Del travel a respectable distance before being read. (Sending them across the bay to Cassie felt like cheating, but not even having them cross a body of water is just wrong.) Dug up some old Chicago postcards from the closet--one showing infamously-named Wacker Drive, the other the Magnificent Mile (which all the hipster guidebooks have been trying to convince me to call the "Mag Mile" but I just can't do it). The postcards have weirdly ridged edges, like one side of a perforation, as if the cards themselves were just giant rectangular stamps--pure transit.