OK, can you tell me about filling out the postcards?
The, the other experience that I remember as a 13-year-old, was the exciting moment of licking the stamps and putting them on postcards. Dad ran a number of postcard polls, before he even ran, and continually, about every month, after he ran. I only helped put stamps on twice, I remember sitting at the dining-room table and reading the questions that were on these postcards, and then very proudly putting this one cent stamp on these postcards. The addresses were written out by my mother and father. That, to me, was a very exciting moment, and I shared it with my pals at John Burroughs Junior High School.