Our old-time friends from up the road just got back from a six-week trip out to Yellowstone, the Badlands, etc. I stopped by their house earlier this week to welcome them back, and they gave me some souvenirs they got me from the Crazy Horse monument. One of the things they got me was a post card from the Crazy Horse monument. We started talking about how post cards are pretty much non-existent these days. Back in the ancient days, pretty much every drugstore, gas station and sit-down restaurant sold post cards. The Hallmark card store at the big local shopping center had not one but two racks of post cards.
If you were on a trip, you'd buy a post card to send back home. Most of the places that sold post cards also had a small metal vending machine that sold stamps for your post card. It was a treat to get a post card from someone, because that meant they were thinking of you. But I digress. On any out-of-state trip that the Rents and I would take, I would always buy post cards from places we visited to put in my scrapbook when we got home.
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