1 April 2004
An observation to which I can relate, courtesy of Robb Hibbard (31 March, 5:15 pm):
[R]etrieving one's correspondence au naturel adds a little excitement to the venture, plus someone always comes along and offers to throw a t-shirt or something on you.
In my case, a tarp.
But inasmuch as I now live in an older neighborhood and have an actual mail slot in the door, rather than the much-hated (and, in this particular instance, badly-arranged) cluster boxes provided by the Pitiable Hovel, nobody's delicate sensibilities are affected.
Besides, I have no shortage of Ts.