This week I received a box with one-thousand postcards made for me by a printing company someplace in Cumbria. On their face, the cards sport a color reproduction of a postcard with my text that was returned to me because the address was wrong. It originally went to Mark Kostabi in New York. I liked the way the postcard looked with its colorful return-to-sender markings. Anyhow, the reproduction turned out very well. In fact, it turned out so well that thirteen out of some fifty postcards I sent out yesterday returned to me today. A few minutes ago I posted them for the second time. I did realize my postcard design would give the Royal Mail some trouble, but I certainly did not expect I would have to deal with it myself.