There is a wonderful mailman here. He walks in shorts year round and wears a hat with the neighborhood's logo on it. (Yes, this neighborhood deemed itself cool enough for it's own apparel.) He has a pocketful of dog treats & a new corny joke everyday. However, when he goes on vacation the substitute carrier does not have dog treats, jokes, or even a faintly pleasant demeanor. She will not deliver mail here because of the dogs. We will not get mail for a week or so at a time, then when the regular guy comes back from vacation we receive all that mail rubber-banded together. And the dogs will receive a week's worth of treats.
And what if one day I need to run form the authorities? I don't want them to know where I live.
So, I got a PO Box today. This may be fun, going to the post office once a week to see what treasures lay in my new bronze box. The dark paneling & the smell of musty paper there remind me of a library. And you always have fun at a library, right?
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I do always have fun at the library!
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