postcard: castor & pollux.
[ The reply card is printed in kind]
I grew up in small towns, moved around to big cities. There never does seem to be a dull moment here and that's not something you can say about a lot of small towns. Plus there's just something about small towns and food. It doesn't sound weird and, if this is any indication, this place should cover up weird pretty easily. It's certainly not so bad here as I'd thought it would be.
And I do know Castor and Pollux. I think you win on account of double divine parentage even if your old man did it in bird form. What is it with the old gods anyway?
P is for Pollux, who hopefully finds plentiful peace in the place called home.