If I was the last person to leave El Paso, for whatever reason, probably wouldn’t be driving this ugly yellow (AMC?) short station wagon, I’m sure there is a lot of Detroit steel on car lots just itching to hit the highway and find some like-minded band of survivors. Is this hitting a little too close to home right now? I live in Washington State. In Snohomish county. So please pardon my dark mood today.
The sender of the postcard took a 3-day drive to find a house to rent, apparently Arthur got a job there. I hope they are having many happy years there, wish I could move, but we have obligations here.
