I have no idea how, but while I was hanging around in an antique store for the first and probably only time this year, another Johnny card just happened to be at the bottom of a wrapped stack of old hotel postcards.
When I found the first one I pictured him as an extremely 1950′s teen on a road trip, but it turns out he was possibly a traveling salesperson for his parent’s cookie distributing company, being run out of their house. The story of Johnny gets a lot sadder from there, though.
Both his parents died a few years later, and eventually the house was taken from him by a predatory realty company for underpaying his taxes by $139.61, which is only around $399 today adjusted for inflation. He died in October 1994, the same year I was born.