The Postman Never Rings Twice

In fact, they rarely ring at all, and occasionally don’t leave any post.

The first was a birthday card. (Yes, my birthday has come and gone. Some time ago, so don’t bother wishing me a happy birthday. It’s all behind me now and I’m resigned to having entered my eighth decade.)

I was touched by the Postal Service’s concern for the card. It was from my son and arrived wrapped in a clear plastic bag with a note plastered to it assuring me they cared about me, and my mail, and had therefore—ha...