On a recent trip to visit friends in Madison, Wisconsin, we walked down to the busy Capitol/Downtown area for some ice cream. While we were at the counter waiting for our sundaes, I felt a tap at my shoulder and turned around. An unfamiliar, youngish man with dark hair was standing next to me. As he opened his mouth, I was mentally preparing the
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There's a postcard winging your way.
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