Pulling an Aleff

While I was more than two states over, I used restaurant placemats to write to everyone back home, then went a step further and “pulled an Aleff.” The lady in my hometown’s post office was amused by the scattering of one-, two-, three-, four-, and five-cent stamps I used to cover the cost of postage.

On a related note, a handful of my regulars should have received a Minnesota postcard that makes a lot more sense after this month’s installment of Angel Unaware.

Anyone else want mail from the boys?

I have CA postcards & stamps aplenty.