Going Postal, or The Next Lesson
My wife and I are moving from New Orleans, where we’ve lived for the last several years, to Salem, Oregon where our youngest son and his wife live. The very last stop we made on our way to the I-10 West on-ramp was to our USPS branch. I felt a little weird doing it, but I wanted answers. Did I get them? Here’s the story. Even before the pandemic, something was not quite right with our mail delivery. We would go a few days with no mail, and then perhaps a week. We’d get some magazines all at once, sometimes 2 issues of Time (different weeks) delivered on the same day! Scottie our condo mate found out that Bennie our mail carrier had retired, and substitutes were filling in until he could be replaced. OK, I could live with that for awhile. But then, we went 10 days without mail. I couldn’t just keep waiting, so I biked on over to USPS Bywater which is our collection and distribution branch to find out what gives. The Bywater Branch is a dark and somewhat dismal place a