Isn't it odd.... the things we remember? Some of you will remember my
day-long stressful experience at the post office that turned out to be hilarious.
Over 50 years ago, I read a poem and every single time I am in a post office -- I still think of it. It was written by one of my favorite poets, James Kavanaugh. He wrote about life and love. Most of his poems asked questions - which trigger thought. I have enjoyed every single poem he has written and they obviously have made an impact. Some of his works dig deep but this is a lighter one. Suffice it to say,
next time you are in a post office, I bet you remember this poem:
The Post Office
I've never dealt with Russian commissars
Nor spent a single day in prison camps,
But I often meet the ghost of buried czars
When I try to buy a roll of eight-cent stamps.