Thursday, March 16, 2006
Incidentally, something like the above scenario happened to me once before. When I was in college, I spent a summer studying Chinese in Taiwan. One day, I got two postcards from my great aunt, who lives in Connecticut. One was dated a month earlier than the other. The one that had taken longer to get there (about 6 weeks, I think) had two postmarks. One was from a Hartford-area post office. The other was from Port-au-Prince, Haiti.