For more than 20 years, a young woman has battled near-freezing temperatures, rain, strong winds and brutal summer heat to faithfully deliver my mail, sometimes at the front door when it wouldn’t fit in my box.
When I would just miss her truck parked down the block, she would spot me with a letter in my hand, walk back, meet me halfway and take it to be mailed.
The other day her truck was parked across the street. She saw me in the front yard and came across to speak to me.
“I wanted to let you know that our routes will be changed starting Saturday,” she said. “Someone else will be delivering your mail, a man I think. Could you write something for the paper? I don’t think many people know about this.”
She said the changes will take place throughout Sun City West. Why? She didn’t know, but clearly wasn’t happy about it, nor were other mail carriers, she added.
Assuming she had the correct information, by now I must have a new person on my block.
And I’m not happy about it either.