Many years ago I found this postcard on the ground, next to the dumpster at my Austin apartment complex. It is addressed to a gentleman named No-Doc Vrotsos.


It reads:
No Doc, I have a research job in Stockholm. My address is Artillerigaten 63V, St. 114 45 Stockholm, Sweden. I am at a balloon event in the Swiss Alps at the moment, have been involved with ballooning in Sweden, Switzerland, and Italy, but only flew in France. I have also made tons of boomerangs. Miss ya. Matt
I don't know why I picked it up and saved it all these years. Maybe it was written in code for use by a Swedish spy ring in Austin. Maybe Matt and No-Doc were lovers and had to couch their forbidden love and amorous exchanges in terms of boomerangs and hot air balloons. I'll probably never know, but I will have life-long mental images of TONS OF BOOMERANGS.