MJ Malleck // It's a stinking hot day for so early in the summer, and I'm in the middle of a writers' challenge called #1000wordsofsummer. To write 1000 words a day, but today I am stuck and then I remembered: The box of Postcards. Still in my closet, a better prompt a writer couldn't ask for. I reached in and pulled, believe it or not on this day of 31 degree Celsius and a heat warning, this gorgeous card from Arizona. Clear, blue sky and palm trees. Taken in the 60s, a photograph, from a balcony it looks like (no drones for civilians then). No writing on the back. I'm struck by how much concrete pad is poured around the pool. There are shuffleboard courts. A few people sunning (I'm thinking of sunburns and no sunscreen) and the people look older. All the women in one piece, modest suits. Some of the men bald or grey haired. I can see two children in the shallow end, but one is sitting quietly on the edge. The back of the card tells me it is Del Webb...
Sharing postcards from the '60s and forward, bought at a garage sale, in Ontario Canada.