Who knew? I've imagined silver letters. The charmed type. The ones meant to last forever--or for however long my forever will be. I searched online and off. Never a clue.
Then came this Christmas. And with it came this. And with that came the dilemma of where to place it. Should it be near the laptop? Or the palette, with paint smears and brushes? Should my name be engraved on the front or back? Maybe it should be my post office box number? Decisions, decisions. Perhaps I'll be content with admiring it inside its box a little while longer.
I can only imagine the letter inside. It's written to me. From whom? Ooh! I'm not telling. It's only imagined, you see.
Tell me. Are you charmed? Do you have correspondence-related jewelry? I have more. There's a crystal ink well that holds a gold quill. And I have a silver quill on a silver chain. I take letter-writing seriously. It's charming! So, will you show me yours, and I'll show you mine? If you do, I'll be charmed, I'm sure.
Did you know that the actress, Donna Reed was an avid letter-writer, too? According to her daughter, she wrote to service men during the war. She saved all their letters. No one knew until over 300 letters were discovered in the attic, after her passing. Now that's a star!
Did you read the article, "The Junking of the Postal Service" by Elisabeth Rosenthal, a reporter and blogger for the NYT? It gets your dander up before you even read paragraph one! There are graphics, and let me tell you, graphs indicate that we, "FIRST CLASS MAIL: PERSONAL, were dissed outright. "This small segment--letters and greeting cards--is shrinking relentlessly." Now that just irks me something fierce. We are at a -31% among the per 100 billion pieces annually. Ms Rosenthal cites the United Postal Service; Willis Tower Sydeck as her source.
Another thing that irks the hell out of me is this: Where the %$#@*& is my 1 Incher? It was meant to be in Washington by now. With letters and signatures. But noooo. Someone kept it and . . . No! They stole it! It takes all kinds.
You know, we can sit and complain, and write about how much we want to save the USPS, but when grass roots efforts . . . Never mind. That's not what this is about, but I will say this, "Bite me, you tube thief!" Oops. I guess you did.
So. "Snail mail flirts with irrelevance, except for catalog companies and advertisers. And trash collectors." Yep. That's what she wrote. Oh, and I love this! "The founding fathers regarded the postal service as an essential instrument of nation building in a vast new country, serving to 'bind the nation together,' according to the law that created it." Wonder where she read that?
And how about this? "The post office is in the final stage of decaying into total irrelevance," said Mr. Lee, a professor of strategic management at the Sprott School of Business at Carleton University of Ottawa. Hmp! "They" predict we will go the way Canada went. "What if postal workers went on strike and nobody noticed? Look what happened in Canada." They're trying to tie my pannies in knots. Ha! Don't tell them I don't wear 'em, okay?
This part galls me as well, "The post office is a large employer, especially of minority workers, and laying off hundreds of thousands of employees . . ." Now, see? That's just not right. The post offices in Katy/Houston look like small United Nations. You get every color, and a broad spectrum of tribes up in there. This is the sort of thing that makes me really wonder who did her research.
One more quote and I'll let you go. "Ralph Nader has argued that the service should be maintained because it is a crucial delivery network for items like medicine in the case of national emergencies." There's so much to share; I can't type the entire article, but it's worth a read. The article is dated December 4.
I am willing to bet the government will find a way to charge for e-mails if they kill off the majority of postal services, and close facilities. There's talk of online catalogs replacing paper catalogs. Oh, my head is spinning.
Happy New Year, y'all! This is only day 3, but it still feels like any given day back in '11. It's just the same old same-same old. All that's changed is, it has a new name.
Write on. Then do something about the lies "they" are telling. Write a letter to "them!" Make them hear us. Ask yourself, What will the grands do if they can't mail their grandchildren a birthday check inside the Hallmark card? Wonder out loud. Then write to someone who gives a fig. The day I get my tube back will be the day I write to Channel 11, 13, 2, and Fox News. Someone is gonna hear me.