Received a postcard
from my brother.
Oh Happy Day!
Robert moved to Belgium in 1981 to be with the love of his life — who shall remain nameless — and they now have two grown sons who will also remain nameless for the obvious discretionary reasons.
As for my brother…well…if you’re reading this, Robert, I was going to change your name to Léonard — Leo, for short — but I’ll never be comfortable calling you anything else but Robert or Bob or Bobby, so kill me.
Every summer, my brother and his family travel to a new place, and for the last few years, they’ve been visiting different regions of France. This time around, they went to Camargue.
For those of you who can’t read French, Robert says it’s real hot, that there are a lot of mosquitoes (BILLIONS!!!), but that apart from the heat and the bugs, it’s cool. He mentions how nice and friendly the people are, and he finishes off by saying he’ll call me as soon as he gets home.
I guess he’s waiting to call me on Saturday
for my BIRTHDAY, right?
I didn’t know flamingos were so popular in that part of the world. If you check out Camargue on Wikipedia, you’ll see a photo with almost exactly the same flamingo set-up as you see here on my postcard, except there’s no house in the far distance and there are very high weeds. But the flamingos — same choreography.
All this to say that I’m always happy when I get a postcard from my darling brother. I’ll have to show you the stacks of postcards and letters he sent me throughout his traveling life. That will be part of my Paper Purge — reading his stuff, putting everything in chronological order, and making him a nice big scrapbook: BOB ON THE GO.
And now for the question du jour:
Do you keep old postcards and letters?