Collection #3

When I was 15 years old, my Dad gave me a shoe box full of postcards that he had saved since he was a kid. I'm not sure why I developed an attachment to them but over my lifetime I carted them around to every city I lived in. When I became a stand-up comic I spent an inordinate amount of time in airports. I saw a lot of postcard stands over the years and always picked up a couple of cards from whatever city I was in and stashed them in this box of postcards. By the time I relocated to L.A. I decided to buy my own stand but didn't know how to go about doing that. There was no Internet back then. My God, how did we all survive that?

I went to a souvenir shop on Hollywood Boulevard one day and copied down the name of a postcard company whose sticker adorned the base of a stand. I requested their catalog (I actually had to take time out from my very busy schedule of sitting by the pool and place a call to these people. Again, how I - and we all - survived this antediluvian ritual escapes me) and eventually ordered a rack. It's one of my favorite things and people need to stop picking cards out and then putting them back WHEREVER THEY WANT. What are we, savages?

And the stand revolves! Like the bolts in my brain! Wheeeeeeeeeeee.

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