Box up, now; a semblance of OCD; and another ning-a-ding-ning…
I walked down to the post office this morning to mail Jeanie-baby’s final taxes to her daughter, Phyllis, in Boca Raton. Two things to note; call them post officecapades if you want to: The first thing I noticed is this sign hanging on the door through which you enter the post office: Box Up at 11:00 … Read more