I love getting mail at home. Always have. Saturday deliveries are special. I am at home most Saturdays and hear the mailbox rattling and know that the mail is waiting. Sometimes I work in the yard when the postal person comes with the mail. I've yet to see a grumpy carrier. I take the mail and we exchange a few words about the weather, about the sudden increase in catalogs (November and December), and notification that the carrier will be on vacation next week. The US Postal Service is the closest I come to the federal government and the meeting is usually pleasant. If only the rest of the government would aspire to behave as does the USPS.
I know. Nixon or somebody axed the postal service from the government. Never mind. The service is still a government service to my mind; just as Benjamin Franklin intended. By the way, Franklin proposed a seven-day postal delivery service.
A well-swept yard was once the mark of a well-kept house and property, owned or lent
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Saturday, November 27, 2010
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Lucille
A Speech Delivered by The Daughter of A Tenant Farmer In Her High School Junior Year, 1927 Her Family Worked the Land Near Millport Alaba...
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A Speech Delivered by The Daughter of A Tenant Farmer In Her High School Junior Year, 1927 Her Family Worked the Land Near Millport Alaba...
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I met today with a a summer general education class. I like gen ed classes. They provide the greatest potential for reaching students. They ...
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Well-Swept Yard Remembering why I began this blog as a place to put things about my family. Stories. Photographs. Memories. Half-truths. Al...