He takes a walk each day before he goes to get the mail. He never moves off the place, you see. The mailman brings out the little stuff he needs. A bag of flour, a pound of bacon, a dozen eggs, cigars, and sometimes liquor.” “But that must be against the postal regulations.” “Of course it is. But mailmen have been doing it for years. It doesn’t hurt a thing until someone screams about it. And no one’s going to. The mailmen probably are the only friends he has ever had.”
