That's not the most exciting world record ever, granted. But Buddy wasn't going to be jumping the Grand Canyon on a rocket cycle anytime soon, so postcards it was.
Cameron Black was the head of a local CB radio fan club. He heard of Buddy's record attempt and offered his post office mailbox as a receiving address. CB radios were a leftover from the height of their popularity in the 1970s, and it was on their free public radio bands where word of Buddy's plucky world record attempt spread, one person at a time. The possibility of posting cards ignited in people all around the world a desire to help make a little boy's last wish come true. Just one month later, more than 1,000 postcards arrived.
A few months after that, Black had 180 stuffed mailbags in his living room. He was getting 20,000 cards per day. Airlines would encourage passengers to send postcards. Newspapers, radio shows, and TV networks did the same. The story made it to President Ronald Reagan, and even he sent Buddy a postcard.
Over the next five years, Black received over 5 million postcards from people all over the world. It was beautiful. It was an astounding display of human kindness, of our generosity and selflessness.
"Breaker! Breaker! Come in, Sasquatch! This is Major Monkey Funk: We've got
a chemo-cowboy riding the pale horse to Forever Sleep. Send postcards. Copy?"