Long Live The Letter Carriers
Sometimes I ran. Other times, I skipped. More often than not, I had to walk slowly as I pushed a younger sibling in a stroller. Where was I headed you ask? It was just a short walk down the block to complete an errand for our mom. She was a big believer in the written word and was diligent about writing letters to family and friends. Mom also taught us the importance of taking time to write letters or thank-you notes. So my short walk was to the neighborhood mailbox. Remember those? The one on our tree-lined street was at the corner of Hamilton and Homestead avenues, in front of the ...