Really pleasant trip to the USPS this morning. For about a buck, I connected with my client, credit union, and Mom in three different towns. Saw a bunch of people with good jobs. The tall ceilings, old clock, and marble reminded me of Iron Range middle schools and libraries. I thought about walks long ago to the post office with my family, wresting stuff from a tiny metal p.o. box, seeing folks from the neighborhood and flyers on the wall. The barber, with his fridge full of Tahitian Treat, was next door. Anyway, all of that.