Cards that come in the mail
By PAT WICK
I got my first Christmas card BEFORE Thanksgiving.
It was from my pen pal friend Jimmy, who has lived most of his life in San Quentin prison. I think he was worried about the impact of COVID-19 in the Midwest, where mask-wearing seemed to be up for grabs. Maybe he was worried I wouldn’t make it to December, so he’d get his card to me early.
The Christmas cards started dribbling in once December came up on the calendar. Jimmy sent a second card, wanting to make sure my little mailbox by the road had something more than magazines and bills inside.