A great honor to receive a card from Richard Canard whose reputation for aphoristic wit rivals Nietzsche in pith, Bierce in ferocity and Henry Gibson for a third thing which escapes me at the moment. I'm not exactly sure what Richard is up to as this is my first Canard (technically then I am unable to say "O that old Canard") but I think one interpretation might be that Richard spied an opportunity to vent via the encouraging packaging for Angry Richard's Soft Cider. For on the back he reveals:
not one but seven rants. It all boils down to a bilious "So what!" A Bravura(o?) performance as Richard inhabits the character of Angry Richard right to the bitter end. I offered an alternate explanation on Richard's return card so we'll see what unfolds. At any rate...a deep bow from an admirer. Thank you, Sir Richard.
Nancy Bell Scott sent me this essential piece of school days ephemera. I am still struggling to learn these letter forms. I placed this on top of one of Cheryl Penn's exquisite school desks. Nancy sent me this a few day before I went on a spring cleaning binge and like a hog rooting for truffles I managed to turn up this amusing piece of my past.