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A Post Office

Hip hip hooray, I accidentally found a post office That is still open. Anyway, I saw a person go in Without throwing a brick. Most post offices have closed around us. I would have run back to my house for my letter Except is would have been a thirty-two mile hike. I do not even want to walk that letter to my mail box and put the flag up.

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Ann Foster

Date: 11/24/2019 10:38:00 AM

Call them.. Email... so sad.. however as I love letters. Not bills or sales pitches... letters in long hand, short hand, a hand... written note... I found one the other day from my adopted mom. A note. In Long Hand.. I cried and held it tight. It is important... at least if it is... then make the walk... :) hugs. Ann

M. L. Kiser

Date: 3/21/2019 1:12:00 PM

I would not want to, either!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/21/2019 8:22:00 PM

If you saw the length of my driveway you would fully get it.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 3/21/2019 1:09:00 PM

Sadly its the same in the UK Caren, with lots of services put on line. Tom.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/21/2019 8:22:00 PM

Pretty soon all of the stores will be gone, and then who will have jobs?