I remember the first time my family went on vacation.
A grandma said, “Tommy, send me a postcard.”
I decided to send many postcards. The hotel desk clerk noted that I could have free postcards showing the motel. I looked at the aerial photo, then added “X is my room.”
I puzzled over the blank backs.
“What do you think I should write to grandma?” I asked.
My mom replied, “People always write ‘Wish you were here.'”
I declined. Instead, I tried to summarize all of our discoveries.
Thinking back several decades, I’d choose four different words:
“Wish you were me.”