by Gary Fearon
At a party this weekend I enjoyed having a conversation with a fellow
who has been a postal carrier for thirty years. At one point in my
childhood I had wanted to be a mailman, so I had a fair share of
questions that he likewise seemed to enjoy answering. But the most
interesting thing he had to say wasn't related to delivering Amazon
packages or avoiding getting bit by dogs.
Years ago when his daughter was very young, he would bring her to the
post office on Take Your Daughter to Work Day. She helped him sort the
mail for his route in the appropriate slots, and on one occasion she
drew him a picture, which he proudly hung in his cubicle. That drawing
has remained in the same place for years.
His daughter is in her late twenties now, so that picture holds special
memories for him. As you can imagine, he wasn't happy when...
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