But I would be heartsick without the United States Postal Service. In this regard, I am a troglodyte.
At the moment, I send a daily photo card with message to an elderly friend in hospice, a salve for me in letting go. I also look forward to the unexpected letter in my mailbox, like this one: another Nancy Drew postcard from my great-niece who is now writing with abandon.


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