My sister, Lisa, found a box of Dad’s old postcards over the weekend, including a number he had sent during a trip out west in 1946. He’d just gotten out of the Army, a Pennsylvania kid wandering the landscape that would later animate his art and become our home. There was this, to his parents back in Wyomissing, from his tour of Boulder Dam:
15 June ’46
Mom & Pop:
Went all through and around this dam from top to bottom. Have a lot of propoganda (sic) for Daddy to read.