March 18, 1904
Dear you,
My talents here in California, in Monterey Country, have not gone unnoticed. Here they say the air is different and thus far I’d have to agree.
Given a generous and cordial reception by a pod of seal lions, they gather at dusk to hear me read aloud. Hospitable to a fault, we conclude our evenings feasting upon salted kippers washed down with seaweed-laced vodka drunk from conical shells.
Yours affectionately, with crumpled whiskers and sealed with a wet kiss,
X
(Postcard collage title: All were in attendance.)