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tommy wrote:

doug rr wrote:its been a number of years but I'm having another new bad mail carrier thing going on..our driveway is about 100 feet long and a bit downhill..its paved and has never been a problem..the mail box is at the top but they cannot put packages in it..a note was on it yesterday that they were unable to deliver a package and that it would be waiting at the PO....we have never had that problem before as the normal mail people would drive down or walk down the package and leave at the front door...I went to the PO to get the package and actually talked to the delivery lady...30's in shape, blah blah...she told me she was not comfortable walking down the driveway or driving down as well..we chatted a bit and she refused to even budge...I gave her my phone # to call if she ever has another one and I'll meet her at the top in 10 seconds.... the PO is a 32 mile round trip

Next time remind her that she works for you and that your taxes pay her salary.

spike wrote:

tommy wrote:

doug rr wrote:its been a number of years but I'm having another new bad mail carrier thing going on..our driveway is about 100 feet long and a bit downhill..its paved and has never been a problem..the mail box is at the top but they cannot put packages in it..a note was on it yesterday that they were unable to deliver a package and that it would be waiting at the PO....we have never had that problem before as the normal mail people would drive down or walk down the package and leave at the front door...I went to the PO to get the package and actually talked to the delivery lady...30's in shape, blah blah...she told me she was not comfortable walking down the driveway or driving down as well..we chatted a bit and she refused to even budge...I gave her my phone # to call if she ever has another one and I'll meet her at the top in 10 seconds.... the PO is a 32 mile round trip

Next time remind her that she works for you and that your taxes pay her salary.

lol okay tommy

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Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

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Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

spike wrote:

tommy wrote:

doug rr wrote:its been a number of years but I'm having another new bad mail carrier thing going on..our driveway is about 100 feet long and a bit downhill..its paved and has never been a problem..the mail box is at the top but they cannot put packages in it..a note was on it yesterday that they were unable to deliver a package and that it would be waiting at the PO....we have never had that problem before as the normal mail people would drive down or walk down the package and leave at the front door...I went to the PO to get the package and actually talked to the delivery lady...30's in shape, blah blah...she told me she was not comfortable walking down the driveway or driving down as well..we chatted a bit and she refused to even budge...I gave her my phone # to call if she ever has another one and I'll meet her at the top in 10 seconds.... the PO is a 32 mile round trip

Next time remind her that she works for you and that your taxes pay her salary.

lol okay tommy

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