Tim Lewis and his brother were rummaging through the remains of an
estate sale for their great-aunt 15 years ago in Dallas. It was mostly
clutter, some old photos and papers and such. Then he found some old albums belonging to Jewel, his great aunt.
Inside were postcards — antique postcards. Lewis thought his great-aunt
collected them until he looked closer. They were hand-written and typed poems, a couple of sentences that
seemed to have been written by his late great-uncle, Bob, to wife Jewel. Hundreds of them. One said, “Every Friday without fail, she must find a message in the mail. Further study indicated Bob had sent a Friday postcard weekly to his
wife for nearly 60 years, from their marriage in 1927 until his death in