Remember the good old days – when pops would go to renew his life insurance policy at Foresters, and be gone for two weeks or more? We wouldn’t see hide nor hair of him, but he would send back enchanting postcards just like this one, telling takes of his adventures in actuary tables and policy updates. Oh, how we longed to see the dancing waters ourselves! But we had to make do with these brief, beautiful postal missives home from Don Mills and Eglinton. Nobody sends postcards from thier insurance company anymore. And that’s a darn shame.
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