A brief addendum to my post about selling my Dad’s stamp collection.
The man saved everything. He even saved an envelope I sent him when I was in the West Bank.
Now, before I left Ramallah, I had planned to buy a few blocks of Palestinian Authority stamps, because I was so deeply amused to see Arafat’s ugly mug on a stamp. Of course, I forgot.
But Dad saved the envelope, including this stamp.