Date: August 4, 1994
Age: 17
We are in Miami and were on South Beach last night. The new condo looks good. We wish you were with us.
Love, Dad
I'm back, after a few weeks off. I wish I could say it was because of some splendid vacation, to an exotic port of call like Miami, but alas, I was uber-busy. All of my postcards for August are scanned, however, so I should be back to posting daily.
This is another postcard I received from my dad when I was taking classes at the University of Pennsylvania's pre-college program--the summer everything went to shit with my parents. My parents had recently bought a condo in a new high-rise in downtown Miami for a shitload of money. My mother had her reservations about buying it from the start, because I think she knew it signaled that my dad would truly have a home away from home, where he could do as he pleased. Even though we already had a condo in Key Largo, at which he stayed often when in Florida for business, it was still a destination for the family, and we spent a lot of time there. I think she felt that we weren't going to exactly be welcome at this new condo.
It was a fabulous piece of real estate, but it came to symbolize everything that was wrong with our family. All image, no substance, I guess. I only stayed in it all of maybe two times before my parents split up. My father got it in the divorce, but even he came to hate it, probably because of what it stood for, and he sold it. I think that was a wise move on his part.
This is another postcard I received from my dad when I was taking classes at the University of Pennsylvania's pre-college program--the summer everything went to shit with my parents. My parents had recently bought a condo in a new high-rise in downtown Miami for a shitload of money. My mother had her reservations about buying it from the start, because I think she knew it signaled that my dad would truly have a home away from home, where he could do as he pleased. Even though we already had a condo in Key Largo, at which he stayed often when in Florida for business, it was still a destination for the family, and we spent a lot of time there. I think she felt that we weren't going to exactly be welcome at this new condo.
It was a fabulous piece of real estate, but it came to symbolize everything that was wrong with our family. All image, no substance, I guess. I only stayed in it all of maybe two times before my parents split up. My father got it in the divorce, but even he came to hate it, probably because of what it stood for, and he sold it. I think that was a wise move on his part.
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