Save the postman
After Katrina, we lost our favorite postman Cliff. His sister insisted he move closer to her in one of the Carolina states. I cried when he told me he was leaving. Then through a series of nonmail, a rotating door of postal carriers, we lucked upon Rudy. For a couple of years, Rudy has warmed his way into being a good replacement for Cliff.
Then yesterday we learned that Rudy was reassigned without consent to a new route. So we’re filing a protest letter with the post office. Why fix what ain’t broke?