I'm still waiting to see if the ice storm will knock out the power. But if that does happen I can take small solace in the fact that it couldn't knock out the mail carrier.
I didn't expect to get any mail at all today. I looked at the sidewalks. I looked at my walkway and the treacherous steps to my mailbox. There was no way anyone was crazy enough to travel through that.
So I was shocked when I saw an envelope sticking out of the mailbox this afternoon.
It was from The Junior Junkie. A single card. Untouched by the frozen ice descending from above.
Even better that it was a 1953 Topps Brooklyn Dodger. But I would expect nothing else from a card of that quality. There's no way a 1990 Donruss card is making it through that weather.
So many thanks to J.J./T.J. for putting a smile on my face while I was going through my stash of batteries and firewood.
And many thanks to the mail carrier who I'm sure fell 157 times while attempting to deliver envelopes like these.
I guess that means I can't use "but there's an ice storm" as an excuse not to go into work tonight.
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