Postcard From Bobby Baby (3)

Last month, my brother was in Prague.
He’s the same traveling sibbling who
graced me with postcards 1 and 2.

I spoke to him this afternoon. Actually, the call was meant for his son Benoît who turned 20 today — I wanted to serenade his ears off with an appropriate song. But my nephew was out and about with friends, so good old auntie Mudd will have to wait.

All this to say that my dear brother Robert was blown away by Prague’s architecture. He visited the “superbe belle ville” (i.e., superb beautiful city) with his childhood friend Louis and, of course, the wives. Result: 5 days of total bliss.

So blissful that he ran out of words to express his feelings — as you can plainly (and shortly) see by reading the card.

I can remember the days, many many moons ago,
when we used to hold hands and wait for the future
to whisk us away on exotic adventures.

Well… one of us is still waiting.
But my time will come!