Well that is the question.
You would think that
after I had hand written
my invitation postcards
for my next exhibition to dear friends
and handed them to the post office
that they would get to those friends.
But Noooo.
They were all mailed to the gallery!!!!
Someone happened to read the printed image as a stamp
not noticing the real stamp and address on the back of each postcard.
(They thought this was a stamp?)
Hey!
I thought you guys worked in the Post Office
and could tell a real stamp.
Guess not.
I confess I have mailed some strange things.
Pieces of wood, large leaves from the Iguassu Falls.
This was a postcard!
nothing more, nothing less.
Then I take the whole collection back to another post office
only to be told to cover up the bottom left side (the Gallery's address).
I scream, "How will my guests know where to come!
Guys! Come on!"
Then another bright light suggests
that I put them into envelopes.
Oh I see. Put another stamp on them.
This time I end up putting an elastic band on all of them
with a note and arrow pointing to the hand written address ~ send here!
Who knows what will happen
but I now have no faith in the Post Office.
The charm of the hand delivered mail
with the sound of plunk in the mailbox
is gone forever in my books.
I have no choice but to resort
to the internet like the rest of the world.
Sad to say.
So Dear Post Office,
No wonder you are going broke
and missing the essence
of the personal touch of hand delivery,
your main playing card.
Perhaps I might have a better chance sending them by butterfly?
Disappointed.
IS
