I lived in Owensboro, Kentucky for the 1999-2000 school year. My Grandma Carter was residing at that time in a nursing home in Jefferson City, and my father had just returned from his years as a missionary in Argentina.
Summer 1978. I was working at Windermere Baptist Conference Center at the Lake of the Ozarks. I had been to Boys State that summer, just before my senior year of high school. I was 16 at the writing of this postcard to my paternal grandparents.