29 March 2008

post office hours

Saturday mornings—the only morning of the week we can go to the post office to get our mail—B and I ask each other if one of us remembers when the window closes as opposed to the lobby. We never do, and because we’re photo-finish kinds of guys, we normally just squeak in under the wire.

Thus this photograph, to be used to jog the memory. Is it just me, or is it kind of difficult to take it all in?

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