Hello, friends! I hope everyone had a safe and happy Halloween. Today I have a very important holiday to mention: Dia de Muertos, or The Day of the Dead. I mentioned this holiday on the Letter Writers Alliance blog yesterday during my visit, and I alluded to something special I was planning in celebration of this day. Here it is.
On the Day of the Dead, it is customary for the living to honor their deceased family and friends by constructing shrines filled with photos, flowers, candles, and favorite items of the deceased. Who would the Parcel Ghost want to honor on the Day of the Dead? How about the wonderful people we see on our postage stamps?
While the USPS happily features people on its stamps, it is mandatory that these people be deceased prior to the creation of their commemorative stamp. So today I’m honoring the souls pictured on these stamps. Please do think of them as you compose your letters to the living.
The Parcel Ghost
P.S. These photos give some clues as to where you may find this installation. I will tell you that it is in a very busy area in the 02139 zip code. If this location seems familiar to you and you might like to see it in person, I would recommend going to see it as early today as possible, as the strong winds in the area may deconstruct these altars before the day is through.
You know how they say, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do”? One evening I went out for a gelato, as one does, but I think the scooper may have overestimated my appetite.
I’m still in Rome, and now it’s nighttime!
Posing beside this beautiful fountain in Rome, the moisture is so good for my vapors!
Friends, I’m in Rome, Italy! In Vatican City, to be precise! This is an important location to many people of the Catholic faith, and is the home of their leader, the Pope. I didn’t get to visit that guy, but I did swing by the Vatican post office to see how things were going. Everything seemed to be in order, but I never did get an answer to my question about the Pope’s P.O. box…
Hello, friends! Where in the world could I possibly be? As I float here it’s very dark (a temporary thing) and, if you look in the background, rather old. You’ll find out more in a couple days, but in the meantime, can you guess where I am?
A special hello today to the members of the Letter Writers Alliance, I heard you might be stopping by. Welcome! I’d love to hear from you, so please note my address over there at the right.
I’m spending this beautiful fall day on the patio of the Alta Mira in Sausolito. Nothing for me, thank you, waiter: I’m a ghost.
Oh, Shasta! Here I am beside Mount Shasta, an extinct glacier-carved volcano that rises to an altitude of 14,162 feet. Friends, catch anything good today? What’s for dinner?
Well, this is a bit morbid, but it’s a memorial to the Donner Party, a group of travelers traveling westward during the winter of 1846. Travel was difficult, and the group of 81 met an unfortunate demise as they tried to cross the Sierra Nevada mountains— only 45 of the travelers survived to reach California.
Here I am enjoying the cool damp air and the shadows of the California redwoods. These trees are 2,000 years old and hundreds of feet tall!