Jock lives over there in those condos and this is the second year he’s sent me a postcard from his wife’s family home in Chile. Matt saw only the photo side and said, “Hey, Popodopolis, what’s with the postcard”? I told him to read the back. It’s so much better than, “Having fun, wish you were here.” Which reminds me of my favorite Freudian slip version, “Having fun, wish you were her.”
