Postcards: Fill The Blank Page... or Keep It Empty?

Another call to financial arms from the man just mad enough to live on ink and economics. Today, we talk about Postcards' origin story, a very distressed Gainesville bartender, and why we print daily.

Dear Fellow Expat:

Editors and publishers challenge me to write less.

They say I should only send this email twice a week.

Why seven?

Why not?

About daily writing, I say this…

Writing isn't a choice for the cursed few—it’s breathing with a pen.

It acts like Albuterol—a quick fix for those mad enough to live on ink.

Let me explain.

On the Road Again

Last night, I was at a Gainesville hotel bar.

I drank club soda and read Friday’s tape while the bartender broke down crying.

The dogs and the family were asleep.

I must have missed what led to her condition. Her introduction to me involved a lot of hands, tears, and throwing entire meals into the trash.

Opening line: “I’m about to lose it, so what can I get you before they fire me?”

As her regulars arrived, they consoled her.

She likely had a record night for tips and advice.

An hour later, she’d calmed down as I watched the end of the NY Rangers and the NFL draft.

We then talked. She wasn’t a person living her best life. She’d graduated from Flo…