It’s no secret that communication has changed and most of it takes place electronically these days. Yet the United States Postal Service does a great job continuing to bring us our bills, coupons, IRS notices and catalogs. Occasionally there is the joy of seeing a handwritten note in that cavern of possibilities called a mailbox, and that makes it all worthwhile.
Last night it was pitch black, three bone chilling degrees, and I had my dark non-reflective coat gathered tightly around me. I debated as I pulled into the driveway whether I should get out of my heated seat and venture across the icy road to get the mail or just forget about it. There’s a federal law to deter hardened criminals from helping themselves to the treasures within that enticing black box, and I doubt it would overfill if I skipped just one day.
Visions of horror stories danced in my head as I recalled incidents when people have been injured or even killed while getting their mail under similar circumstances. My aunt Viola nearly froze to death on a below zero day when she slipped and fell on the ice chasing after a sale flyer.
You have probably surmised by now that I gave in and made that risky trek across the street. My ice-cold fingers trembled with excitement as I plucked this amazing postcard out of the box. Wow! At first I was skeptical but when I saw that “this is not a timeshare or land sale offer,” I knew it was the real thing.
Where shall I go for my 2015 Celebration Delta “Getaway?” I hope your jealousy will not restrain you from helping me decide. Ideas anyone?