Wednesday, January 6, 2010
You've Got Mail
I have always loved mail. You'll notice I use the word love there, and not just like.
I'm talking about being a kid who would lay (or is it lie?) by the front door in the afternoon, waiting for the mail slot to open and letters to fall to the floor.
I'm saying I was a teenager who watched in anticipation from the balcony of our apartment for Fred, our mailman to arrive. Yes, we were on a first-name basis. He called me 'Miss Ga-berta', as in, "Miss Ga-berta, are you feelin' lucky today, young lady?" Then he'd root around in his sack and proclaim, "I have in my hand one bona-fide letter addressed to none other than you, yourself! Shall we celebrate?" And then he'd sing, "I got sunshiiiiiiiine, on a cloudy day! When it's cold outsiiiiiide, I got a letter for you today!" Man, do I miss that guy.
(side note: Fred = best mailman, ever.)
I'm telling you that when I moved 3 states away from home I planned my work schedule around the time the mail would arrive so that I could get to it before any of my roommates. Psychotic? Maybe. But the truth of it is just that...
I. Love. Mail.
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Please join me at Four Perspectives today. You can think of it as a letter from me to you.