Goddamned autocorrect, it does this to me all the time. I meant Hooterville, which is what I typed, and I didn’t notice that autocorrect really wanted me to say Hooverville. It tried again just now.
I have a couple of friends who prefer to write postcards or letters. I try to reciprocate in kind, though I’m better at email.
I regularly get postcards from the local oil change guys, the county courts, various other professionals and more importantly, any number of Dopers and Raffers. Drop into MPSIMS sometime and search for Post Card Exchange.
I used to , but now it is texts from dentists, oil changes, etc.
I have wondered about that similarity myself. At the time of the show the term “Hooverville” would have been more alive in people’s memories. I think it’s probably just coincidence, but I think I’ll give a spin around the internet and look for info.
Didn’t take long to find this from wiki:
“The citizens of Hooterville are old-fashioned to the point of thinking that Calvin Coolidge is still President, although they later believe the President to be Coolidge’s successor, Herbert Hoover.”
“The name Hooterville approximates Hooverville, a term used for the shantytowns that emerged during the Great Depression. But it also approximates Hooversville, Pennsylvania, a bucolic town on railroad tracks in western Pennsylvania. Also, characters on Green Acres visit New York City on occasion and apparently return within a day’s time.”
I never got the impression Hooterville could be in PA, even in the southwest Appalachia area it doesn’t conform well to the show. The Beverly Hillbillies clearly implied the Smoky Mountain region or the Ozarks as the region. Although the Clampett’s lived in the hills, Hooterville and Bugtussle were the nearby ‘big cities’.
Endless discussions and thoughts on where it is.
I get postcards all the time from insurance companies such as Geico and Progressive, even though I no longer have a car.
Do people still send vacation postcards? You know, the ‘Wish you were here’ kind.
I’ve always thought “Hooterville” was a backdoor (so to speak) advertisement for the Shady Rest Brothel.
It’s been so long since I’ve had a vacation, I’ve forgotten. 
I just saw an old episode of ER from 1995, and one of the jokes is technologically obsolete. Two young doctors in training are presenting cases to their seniors. John Carter, the slightly more experienced one puts up an xray on light screen and stumbles through his presentation - and then the other one (Deb Chen) hands out a bound pamphlet (20 pages or so) to each of person attending, and projects her presentation driven from a laptop, and including a rotating 3d rendering of a skull. Obviously she’s gone above and beyond, but to do that kind of thing in 1995 would have been way beyond something that an ordinary person could do in a few days.
The jokes I enjoy now are different than the ones I heard when I was twelve. A bunch of them involved Helen Keller. I’ve no idea if young people know who she is.
Helen Keller, Ed Gein, Christine Jorgensen, Liberace… The list is pretty long.
It’s down the road a piece from Pixley (which you can find in California’s Central Valley, IINM*)
*If I’m Not Mistaken
Oh, they’ve heard of her.
What the actual fuck?
I’m giving up on humanity.
Back when I got divorced, my uncle wanted me to visit Alcatraz and send my ex a postcard from there. Visiting Alcatraz . . .
On Grand Cayman Island, there is a rock formation called Hell. It has a gift shop that sells postcards, and its own post office. The postmark reads, “Hell, BWI” (BWI for British West Indies).
I sent my co-workers a postcard from Hell.
My brother’s car broke down in Hell, Michigan, so we were stuck there for a couple of hours. He was driving a Sprite, so we weren’t completely surprised (that it died on us).