A silly thing I like to do is collect vintage postcards. This one, dated Sept. 27, 1944, caught me off guard.
It’s a note from Edith to Harold. She writes:
“Do you remember the night I went with you… I bet you don’t remember any of the little things I do- Or do you? I guess they meant a lot to me, that’s why. I still love you as much as ever.”
Crazy this was a week ago- better late than never to upload! The Liberty won their first championship and brought NY their first basketball chip in 51 years 🗽🏀🐘🏆
Ran a half marathon at NYC Trail Fest over the weekend! 🏃♂️🏞️ It was tough, but the views and the sense of accomplishment made every step worth it.
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