Kona is Enough, This Time...

  

Just to be clear, Stephanie has yet to properly send me a postcard as one would understand. I’m a postcard purist, or at least I thought I was. A postcard should be sent via postal service of the original destination, include some type of message, stamp, stamp cancel and go the distance hand-in-hand with Lady Luck.

Well, Stephanie is a chronic violator of this postcard purist by providing (not sending) postcards either by third-party (mutual friends) or directly handing them to me. These abominations sans the aesthetically pleasing stamp, stamp cancel, and ever authentic wear and tear of (if you’re lucky) international transit. But the fact that she is chronic and consistent so is leading me to reconsider what the “rules” of postcards might be. 

When I showed Ryan, he said: “She really doesn’t get it, does she?” But I will give some credit where some credit is due. Above you will find a postcard from Hawaii. Notably, the stamp and address are missing, yet she did send this through the mail – in a package. Gasp! I know, but the package contained Kona coffee. Thus creating a superior care package WITH a postcard inside. 

This blurs the lines for sure because the coffee more than makes up for the offense – a one-off exception that I hope does not become the norm. That said, Kona coffee goes a long way to make it okay. An honorable mention for sure. Aloha, Stephanie - I got your postcard.

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