My 01/08/26 postcard is a small group of pink plastic flamingos standing in a loose line beneath a large tree, their thin metal legs sunk into dry winter grass and fallen leaves. I picked this one for my wife. Years ago, I saw a field of cranes and thought they were flamingos. I came home excited, she told me that wasn’t possible, and I drove her out to prove it, only to show her a field of cranes. I still get teased about it. So here are some flamingos. They may be plastic, but they’re definitely flamingos.
