Going Postal!

He parks his minivan on the side of the road, and pops open the trunk.
He adjusts his satchel, and stashes it with more of the goods from his trunk.
He shuffles the envelopes in his hand and makes a stack.
the larger stack he put wraps an elastic band around.

He goes from house to house.. his hat on his forehead.. his satchel on his side.. and completes his task.
Its raining, its windy.. its sunny.. he makes the same rounds.. day after day... making the house calls he's obligated to...

and every evening we come back home, and look at my mailbox.. and cuss at the bills that are piled up in there... not sparing a thought for the satchel-donning, hat-clad mailman who delivers the mail and keeps the world ticking.

and with the internet, and e-bills, you'd think snail mail is soon to go the way of the dinosaur.

not anytime soon, it seems.

because as Newman would say "When you control the mail.. you control.. infohmashun!"

Salute your everyday heroes, folks... tip your mailman this Christmas!