BOULEVARD IN MIRAMAR, MIAMI, FLA.

I was drawn to the postcard with the picture of the Boulevard in Miramar for a few reasons; I have memories of driving that bridge myself, and the fact that the author of the postcard was a Reverend on vacation seemed somewhat unexpected. I remember distinctly my father driving us to Miami to show us where he and my mom grew up-- it was one of the first road trips my family took, and one of the best weekends of my childhood. The first thing I thought of when I saw this aged photo of the bridge was little 7 year old me, belting out the lyrics of "where is my hairbrush?" on the veggie tales soundtrack while the wind was whipping my hair around in the backseat of our nearly rusted out Toyota 4runner.

Regarding the Reverend, it struck me odd that a devout man from Pennsylvania would decide to take his vacation to a big city like Miami. The only thing I can think of when I try to visualize the scenario is a Reverend taking shots at a discotech on Southbeach. Absurd, I know-- but it humored me and made me like the postcard, therefore I have to put this imagery in my explanation as to why I picked the card in the first place.