Postcards from Glasgow – ISO Michael-the-photographer

Dear Glasgow Postal Service:

If my postcard doesn’t reach its intended recipient, please feel free to admire the photo. Appreciate the angle, the gray Glasgow sky, the contrast of wood against brick. Notice how the lights that adorn the bar cast a safe beacon, like a lighthouse, producing a strobe for the lone pedestrian seen up the street to be able to navigate to the warm safety of the Ben Nevis. Aye, it’s a lovely image, pop in and have a pint, willn’tcha?

P.S.:

Thank you Postal Service Person! In the U.S., the mail couriers have an unofficial creed that speaks to their commitment of getting the job done, I think their job isn’t as tough as yours:

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds

Scottish mail carriers have the added struggle of less daylight hours in the winter and a wee bit more rain the rest of the time. Ok, all the time. Hmmm, as soon as I typed the word “creed”, a jabberwocky idea was triggered. Thank you Postal Peeps for influencing me to introduce a new word: Miscreedant.

I love inventing words, people-watching, and trying to understand human behavior. Writing fiction is a perfect fit for me; it allows the truth to be told without embarrassing anyone. And regarding my invented words, to me, success would be someone using my neologisms while playing Scrabble or Boggle.

Karen Roberts