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Sorry (Not Really). Time to go! |
When I was about 7 or 8 years old, I read a
book about a boy, who, being sick and staying home from school, made friends with his neighborhood mail carrier. I have always been intrigued by this
world that was brought to my grandparents postal box everyday. See, we did not have a
telephone in our home until 1990 (nor did we have $300 month bill thanks to
teenagers). When needed to, we used my great-grandmother’s phone. So,
we had this attachment to receiving mail. Kind of like watching VH1. from birthday cards to the holiday Wishbooks (still hoping for a G.I. Joe playset), and packages from family sending something we left behind in
Chicago. Like the boy in the story, I
got to know my mailman by name. Danny, our white-male mail carrier for 20+ years, spoke to my great
grandmother everyday after she retired and spent her days sitting on her front
porch waiting for the mail.
When I reflect, this was a new Mississippi for her. She was Ms. Louise. Danny was our neighbor. He always asked my grandparents about me when I went away to
college and he even stopped by the house when my great-grandmother passed away.
At some point, it all stopped. Danny stopped running the
route. Email and other things replaced the mail we used to get. Sears and JC
Penney damn near went out of business. The world stopped coming to my door,
until two weeks ago.
Two weeks ago, the US Postal Service brought part
of the world to my doorstep one more time in a big way. They
delivered my passport. In my life, look a lot a brothers I know (and sisters complain about) I’ve never been to a beach, but I have seen
the ocean. I’ve been to 21 states, lived in four, been to DC a half a dozen
times (no Obama sightings, yet). And just now, with all the talk of traveling
abroad when I was in college, I just took the steps to make it happen. What is
the point of it all?
Danny no longer delivers my mail, because he retired. Sears
and JC Penney discontinued the Wish book.
People send me more text and FB post for my birthday than cards. The
world is not coming to my doorstep, good, bad or indifferent. And my world has
changed, but my cousins have never known that. No one is going to bring that
world of discovery to me anymore. On this one, my grandmother was right “ there
are somethings you just have to see for yourself”.