Postcards

My Aunt Janie loved gadgets, clever contraptions and ingenious devices to lighten the load. She had a rubber stamp with her own address, a work-saver then seen mostly in offices and courthouses. When I was old enough to travel into the world, Aunt Janie presented me with a stack of stamped postcards, each addressed to herself with her rubber stamp. “Write often,” she said, handing me the cards. I asked, “What shall I write?” Aunt Janie reached into her apron pocket and gave me a gift I still use today: A rubber stamp that says, “I am well, Josh.”