We never seek things for themselves -- what we seek is the very seeking of things. ~Blaise Pascal






Life: Those of you who follow me on Facebook may have read one of my updates about getting a postcard from a convicted murderer (twice), who, it just so happens, is serving a life sentence in a Florida jail. I felt the need to explain how that came about...
Most of you already know that I belong to Postcrossing, a free website community of people from hundreds of countries, that exchange postcards around the world. One day I was sent an address from Postcrossing to which I was supposed to send a postcard. The address included the initials UCI, which I assumed at the time, was some sort of university. University of.... This was not a far off assumption, at least in my experience, because many college students participate in this program. Anyway, I read the man's profile that I was sending the card to and nothing seemed amiss. He seemed like a regular guy. In his profile he said if people were to include their return address on the card, he would be happy to send a postcard back. Again, this is not unusual as many people say this and they do send cards back in reply. It is a way to get more postcards and sometimes a good way to start a pen-pal relationship. So, I wrote a nice note, included my address, and sent the card off not thinking twice about it.
A few days later (the card was only going to Florida) I received a message from the man saying he had received the postcard and that a card was on the way back to me. Nothing seemed out to the ordinary. When Postcrossers register a postcard, they often include a thank you note in with the registration.
Fast forward to a couple of weeks later...
I get the mail and see a postcard in with bills and junk mail. I am excited to see from who and from where the postcard was sent, so I flip over the postcard only to find a picture of a bald middle-aged man in a prison uniform with prison cell bars behind him. My heart sank. I thought, "What the heck is this?" I turned the postcard over and read the back. In the note the man said that he was born in Ohio, but has been in prison for 46 years in Florida. He asked me to check out his story and gave me a web address. He said it was nice to hear from me and wishes I would write back again. *shiver*
I immediately felt sick. This must have been the postcard that I had addressed to an UCI address. I checked out this man's website and was astonished to find he is a convicted car thief, and murder (twice.) Yes. He killed
two people. In. Separate. Incidents. Both, he claims, were in self-defence while in jail. All the court documents were on his website. I then googled "UCI" and found out it stood for
Union Correctional Institute. Not some University. Holy Sick Stomach, Batman.
After getting past my wave of nausea, I became angry. I was so mad that Posctcrossing apparently has no system in place to make sure prisoners are not a part of the program and communicating with Postcrossing participants. So, I wrote to Postcrossing, telling them of my experience, but I have not heard back from them.
At first I thought about quitting postcrossing all together. But then I realized my security is ultimately on
my shoulders, so I am much more careful about checking abbreviations before sending any postcards. I don't include my return address either. I don't want one person to spoil the wonderful feeling my kids and I get when we receive a postcard in the mail.
So, if you Postcross, please be aware of suspicious addresses. If something seems amiss, contact Postcrossing or at the very least, do not send a postcard to that address. I know I won't anymore!
About the Pictures: These were taken in Maine on the first day we arrived. We had slept in the car all night long (well, Brian didn't as he drove the whole way without stopping to sleep) and so we aren't looking our best. We couldn't check into the cottage until 3:30pm, so we decided to try some geocaching while we were waiting.
We left Maryland with temperatures in the 80's and were shocked to get out of the car in Maine to a 60 degree, damp, misty day. All of our clothes were buried in the car, so Brian graciously dug through his clothes, which were within reach, and let us wear his warm gear. That is why Ty and Ladybug are in oversize shirts.
This series of images was documenting our first geocache. For those of you who don't know what geocaching is, check
this out. It basically is a glorified combination of hide and seek and treasure hunting with high tech gadgets ;0) We followed our GPS to the
Wendell Gilley Museum where we hunted for a good 10 minutes before finding this large cache. The kids were excited (well, as excited as they could be being tired, wet, and cold) to figure out what was involved with geocaching. Brian signed the log book for us (we are the NineAcresCrew), the kids dug through the cache to see what treasures were there, and then we carefully replaced the cache back into its place for others to find. It was a fun and addicting experience. Tomorrow I will put up pictures of our second cache experience, which took us to a lighthouse!
Weigh In: What is your opinion? Should prisoners be allowed to participate in public postcard/letter writing forums such as Postcrossing?