I have been avoiding the mailbox for a couple days---it's always bills, or so it seems---but this morning when I took out the trash, there was an envelope from dine with some classic tinted postcards
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I've heard "First Americans" but then I live not far from Berkeley. Of course, taste in food is cultural, not inborn, I love hot spicy food and I'm Irish!
I'm glad they arrived, and were a nice change from the bills (I can totally relate to mailbox dread - I generally only check mine a couple times a week, and then only because it's small and the carrier just keeps cramming crap in, so if I don't it becomes a real mess and a challenge to empty
Don't get me started. Seriously. The preferred term has changed FOUR times in my lifetime, it's very frustrating. I don't want to offend anyone, but the rules keep changing without notice. Me, I'm white, I've always been white (except for ten minutes or so during the 1970's when I was a "honkie". --?!)
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The postcards sound quite cool. I often wish our family had been the corresponding kind, but they weren't so no such wonderful memorabilia exists.
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And yay! for postcards.
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enjoy!
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