Fly Porter Airlines

I received this in the mail at the office, Thursday last. It’s now off my computer screen and pinned to my wall, where it will stay until it falls apart because of age.

I love this. Not because – according to Janey – I am way hotter, but because it’s the sort of thing only Janey and I would do for one another; countless and random magazine and newspaper pages sent by snail mail throughout the years. (Make sure you click the picture to read the note; I think Janey’s hand writing is very fashionable and should become an official script titled ‘The Baby Jane’ because Times New Roman is just such a bore.)

Psst! Why should you fly Porter?
Because they’re brilliant and fun and they serve tons of snack foods and their water bottles are square and they have free wi-fi and comfy couches and also because I think their mascot may be a racoon. (A racoon!) They’re how I last got to Toronto and how I will get there every time from here on in; they’re the same folks who provided me with the opportunity to ask my former boss / former leader of the opposition if he was an actor from ‘LA Law’. (Read: They let me illustrate out loud the dorkiness.)

Psst, no 2! Did any of you send me a postcard from Honolulu? I…don’t…know…who sent this postcard…and I can’t read the signature