I didn't know it was in danger! For years when I was living on the road but still had my things in Berkeley, I would return periodically to check my mail at the Berkeley Post Office, turning the key in that tiny old brass box, excited to have that one little bit of space that was somehow still mine, still connecting me to the world. It's weird to think it could be lost. But, but, it's The Post Office!
It was nice to speak with you at the workshop in Portland, Cathy; sorry I missed out on the final sketchcrawl day when we could have spoken further. (Personal stuff intervened.)
I didn't know it was in danger! For years when I was living on the road but still had my things in Berkeley, I would return periodically to check my mail at the Berkeley Post Office, turning the key in that tiny old brass box, excited to have that one little bit of space that was somehow still mine, still connecting me to the world. It's weird to think it could be lost. But, but, it's The Post Office!
ReplyDeleteIt was nice to speak with you at the workshop in Portland, Cathy; sorry I missed out on the final sketchcrawl day when we could have spoken further. (Personal stuff intervened.)
Hi Cathy, I love looking at your drawings.
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