i wrote a postcard today
(reverse)
(cont' from bottom) ... outside the bus, I looked
down at the wet sidewalk
Kelly, 21.02.2002 and saw one leaf. it was
beautiful. Love,
as I write this, i am Chris
standing on 5th avenue at USA21
Yamhill. The MAX just went by.
It's 22:30 and still warm-- K E l l y O ' H a R A
What awarm day it's been ! It
rained a lot but is clear now, and xxxx x x x x x x x A V
it smells lovely,of springtime. I have
been watching a couple at the S T P A U L M N
bus stop. Her face is nuzzling his neck,
and he has suchahappy grin on him. | | 551054 |
I want to take a picture of them, |
but Idon't havemy camera and would |
be too shy anyways. ¶ I'm on the bus now. The couple got on too, and I'm
sitting behing them, watching. she's resting her head on his shoulder. They're
so adorable . A scruffy looking guy Offered me sausage. Of course I
didn't want it , but it was kind of him. Hewasgiving it toevery one.¶ As I
got off the bus, I smiled at the |
couple. Then, outside | (go up) |
(obverse:
words written in a circle surrounding a b&w picture of a bridge and downtown buildings)
this bridge holds such a prominent place in my personal
mythology. i have been crossing it often for so many
years. The trees and downtown and the river and the parks
and so on are parts of Portland, and of my city, but the Hawthorne Bridge is
my bridge. It represents my home and my places in
this city. I remember walking across it when it
reopened. I bent down and kissed the sidewalk.
so many times I've walked or biked or bussed or driven or even ridden and
driven a rickshaw across this bridge. The Hawthorne Bridge. I love it.