I have the most pleasant local Post Office the known universe. The same lady is always there -- only her, always her -- and she is unfailingly friendly, with a musical drawl that reminds me of Eudora Weltys. One day I asked her, Are you a reader? Why, yes! said. Have you ever read, Why I Live at the P.O., by Eudora Welty? I asked. No, but I practically do live here, she said. Who is Eudora Welty? I rummaged through boxes, trying to find this audio CD of a young Eudora reading that early short story, and an old Eudora reading a later one. When I gave it to Martha--I finally learned her name--she said she was being transferred to another P.O. The other customers and I gasped with dismay. She cant leave! Were going to launch some complaints and calls in an effort to keep her.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 23:54:11 +0000