Postal Service

[rasputin1952]

5. When I was young...

The Postal Service never failed.

I can recall being on my porch waiting for the Postman to arrive (back then, we even had a Cop on the Beat).

It was a pleasure of life in Jamaica, Queens to watch him go from door to door, finally reaching us. He was a very nice and quite spirited middle-aged man who appeared to honestly enjoy his job.

Now, I can trace a package of meds from the VA that goes to all kinds of places. Once, when I was living in Boston, I tracked a pkg that left from the pharmacy, six miles away; go to Chicago, to somewhere in Northern NY, then Boston. I received it four days after it was mailed.

After that, it was far easier to go to the Pharmacy and just pick up my meds. Now that I am in Nebraska, Rx's are filled in Leavenworth KS, any Scheduled meds come from KY. KS is not bad, but KY sucks.

When I read, some years back that DeJoy wrecked all of the high-speed sorting machines, I knew, things could only get worse.

The few times I see Postal Workers these days, I always say I detest DeJoy and every one of them smiles at me, that knowing smile that someone is on their side.