Almost every Asylum in America can be found on the face of a postcard. What does that mean? Asylum does, after all mean “retreat” – and I suppose these came with a sense of comfort or relief? At least for friends and relatives who were delivering their dear ones to the asylum for relief of those mental ailments (mania, melancholy, delirium, and idiocy) that were treated by asylum physicians. Who knows whether the cure awaited. As it might have in many cases. Or whether it was masked by commitment as it was likely in others. Or whether what might have been any number of other medical conditions or passing ill symptoms were escalated by such retreat, as was most certain in some cases. But for whom were these postcards? Seldom for the patients, I would think, as few were granted the luxury of correspondence. For visitors, then? Like you. For visitors to calm family members, to celebrate a spectacular visit, or to claim to have witnessed true democratic reform in action. Like you? To decide.