Let’s Hear It For Snail Mail

My daughter Sarah just took a trip across most of the country to the Sundance Film Festival, which I followed along with all her other fans on Twitter and Facebook and her blog Erratic in Heels, and her articles on Scalawag and Vagabond.

But now that she’s back, I’m getting the postcards she wrote — one is from the birthplace of Dwight D. Eisenhower in Abilene, Kansas. Ike is one of the patron saints of this blog, along with Ernie Pyle, Grace Metalious and Harriet Beecher Stowe — and Pushkin and Dumas and the blind Greek guy.

Another is from Colorado, where she met up with her great friend Marguerite and they had a chance to catch up and chill before the festival.

I can tell on this overland trip she gained a new sense of the USA. She’s been flying here and there with her Grumpa since she was little. And of course she flew to LA for the Tyra Banks model show.

But grinding it out mile after mile is something else altogether and gives you a much more concrete understanding of the geography.

And when the blogs and tweets are history, I’ll still have these wonderful postcards to commemorate this exciting adventure.