I got this postcard at an antiques store outside a tiny town in eastern North Carolina and it’s lived on my refrigerator(s) ever since. 1. The typed message there is actually some sort of label or a tiny piece of paper that’s been cut out and glued. I’m endlessly fascinated with the idea that Mr. and Mrs. Webb typed up all these labels and then affixed them to different postcards, rendering them completely impersonal.
2. Miss Priscilla Popkins. Say it out loud. Then try to stop saying it. Try to stop saying it in a fakey-fake British accent. See? You can’t.
Drink & enjoy.