The mail was a little late today … not much, but a little. The day after a holiday, that is not unusual. So many memories associated with the mailman (or mail person, were I to want to be politically correct). My earliest memories would be letters from my grandmother, after she moved across country. And the holiday catalogs that came in the mail each Christmas.
As I grew a little older, it was waiting for letters from boyfriends that were in the service. Then it was letters from friends, as I moved around the country (and so did they).
Now the mailman brings me bills!
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