Spitball Army

Card is titled: “Drive-Thru Tree Park.”

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SARAH L. WINCHESTER – architectural and artistic genius…or…misguided spiritualist?

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Postcard is untitled on the front.

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Card is titled: “Crookedest Street in the World.”

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Think nothing of it if there are any blotches on the letter. I’ve been lucky so far; but the way the sweat is dripping off my forehead, I don’t think my luck will last.

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Shall we start off with the bad news first? Well – here it is! There will be no furlough.

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They have a picture show every night and you have to go. The entertainment makes me tireder than the training we go through.

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I. Father was born beneath the sway of California palms; in death, he is surrounded by their less majestic South Carolina cousins.

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The strand of coastal asphalt vanished from sight to the north and to the south. Before him, the great sea. Behind him, the past. On Highway 1, Carlsbad/Leucadia, Calfornia. December 1978   (photo: spitballarmy.com)

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