Talk about an item with no clue, no idea, total disconnect. Well, we weren't talking about that at all, but here it is. A postcard of "Fountain of Three Graces on Sun Room Terrace at Arden House, Harriman Campus of Columbia University, Harriman, New York, 10926."

I have never been there. I didn't know there was a Harriman Campus. I never thought about going to Columbia at any of its campuses. And when did I stick it in the file? There is a zip code. There are no zip codes on any of the letters. We are pre-zip here.

None of the above is very interesting, I know - not even to me, except to wonder what the hell it's doing there? Why did I keep it? Why do we keep these things? Things that have no meaning, no reference to anything, place, person, event or hope. Nevertheless, there they are. Three graces on a summer day, in the middle of a green lawn, surrounded by a flurry of flowers. In front of some singularly graceless stone buildings. Maybe that's the only meaning it has - now, if not then. Somewhere in the midst of the mundane, one can sometimes find grace.