I spoke with my son, this evening.
Somehow, he came to the attention of a girl , on campus. I am certain he was thinking she had read one of the Stories of the Day- and knew many embarrassing facts about him.
But that wasn’t it.
She told him, “ I work doing mail sorting for the dorm.”
A time –honored work-study job, even in the Dark Ages , when I was a student.
“I am jealous because you get so much mail!”
So, after this happened, my son is appreciating the postcards and notes from home.
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