[Guest article from Serra Sewitch-Posey. There is more to life that meets your eye.]
On Wednesday after work I stopped by the post office to mail some packages. I was luckily able to visit my favorite post office, which is near my work, tucked away on a side street behind MLK and Broadway. It’s small and cute and the workers there are friendly and relaxed. The one closer to my house has a neglected feel to it, and often has a window or two boarded up due to vandalism; there is a general air of impatience and hostility. This cute one had a long line of people but I didn’t mind at all, and I was fully ready to ride it out for as long as necessary.
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