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A dependable standby in the storm

At the height of the storm on Monday, a lone figure came walking down my street, head bent, body leaning into the wind, and apparently soaked to the skin. It was the mail carrier.

My mail was delivered dry and on schedule.

I wish I had gotten a chance to thank him personally. So, to all postal workers, who lived up to the creed of the Postal Service, a thank you.

John Coote

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