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“Né il nevischio, né la neve, né l’oscurità della notte, né stupidi scherzi impediranno il dovere del postino.”
Neither sleet nor snow nor gloom of night nor stupid pranks will impede the duty of the postman
I used to be a mailman. The best pieces of mail I ever had were: a beachball with a parcel barcode on it, a beer coaster with a stamp that was written on like a postcard, and a letter that was sent from Poland to Portugal, with no reason to ever be in the hands of the usps, that ended up auto-sorted in my route in New England.
When I was a kid in the ‘70s I sent a postcard to “Grandma” in Lake City, South Carolina. No street address.
I did put my name and state in the return address area and the mail carrier remembered she had a grandchild in Minnesota where we lived at the time, and it got to her!
John Fahey tracked down Booker White just by sending a postcard addressed to him and a town he once sang about.
Fahey and Denson found White easily enough: Fahey wrote a letter to White and addressed it to “Bukka White (Old Blues Singer), c/o General Delivery, Aberdeen, Mississippi”—presuming, given White’s song “Aberdeen, Mississippi”, that White still lived there or nearby. The postcard was forwarded to Memphis, where White worked in a tank factory. Fahey and Denson soon traveled there to meet him, and White and Fahey remained friends for the rest of White’s life. He recorded a new album for Denson and Fahey’s Takoma Records, and Denson became his manager. White was at one time also managed by Arne Brogger, an experienced manager of blues musicians.
I sent my friend a pumpkin once. All I did was write directly on it and it sent.
Here is proof. It was a small pumpkin especially for making pie. My friend wanted to make a pumpkin pie from scratch but couldn’t find a pie pumpkin due to living in a small town. So I shipped one over. I made the postal worker’s day since it was so out of the ordinary. It only cost around $6 or $7.
Many years ago my friend mailed a shoe to see if they would deliver it, and they did!
I like mailing potatoes to people. Just put on the stamps, address, put it in a mailbox, and off it goes.
My friend once sent me a single, unwrapped banana, with the address written on the skin. Royal mail will send anything!
I have mailed my brother a water bottle and, my favorite, a potato.
Apparently USPS enjoyed the joke and took extra care of it. Otherwise it never would’ve made it there in 1 piece. The machines would’ve shredded it, for starters.
Manny Brautigam ” … c’è chi ha spedito una mascella”