I live in a large, age-restricted retirement community in the city of Peoria, a suburb of Phoenix, Arizona. To make it easier for postal delivery personnel, there’s a large bank of locked postal boxes located at curbside every block or so in each neighborhood. The residents walk, drive, or ride golf carts to the P.O. boxes once a day to pick up their mail. Even older people nowadays use e-mail for corresponding to friends and family, so the snail mail…..
Driving home yesterday after running errands, I heard a song on the radio (from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s King and I) that perfectly described my experience this past week:
Getting to know you, getting to know all about you, Getting to like you, getting to hope you like me.
My brother, Bill, came from Indiana to visit me for four days this week, bringing his fiancé, Margaret. I’m not sure if he was hoping for my approval of her…or her approval…..
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