Postcards From Reno by Annie Berke

From the 1930s to the 1960s, Reno, Nevada was America’s Divorce Capital. A married person could set up temporary residence at a boarding house or a pricier “divorce ranch” and, in as soon as six weeks, file for divorce quickly, privately, and without fuss.

Dear Jim,

Checked into the Cavell Ranch this AM.

Soon, we’ll both be free.

Don’t touch my things.

Lana

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Dear Lana,

Free? The only thing more expensive was the marriage.

How can I avoid touching your things, scattered as they are across my house like a toddler’s toys on the nursery floor?

Jim

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Dear Jim,

What would your house be without my taste, my “things?”

Reminds me of that review of our first picture: “Jim may give Lana height, but Lana

gives Jim depth.”

Go cry to your lawyer,

Academy Award Winner Lana Montaine

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Lana,

Too much time with cacti? You’ve grown prickly.

Academy Award Attendee Jimmy Greengrass

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Jim,

Frankly, I miss my things…but I can act civil if you can.

Shall we show up Lombard and Powell and show them what a chic divorce really looks like by coordinating our outfits for the premiere?

My burgundy Chanel stands at the ready.

Lana

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Dear Lana,

I’ve already chosen a forest green cummerbund. Brings out my eyes.

Jim

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Jim,

You know when I wear dark green, I look like a Christmas tree. Be serious.

Let’s call the whole thing off—

Lana

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