I’ve been mailing things lately. Actual letters, cards, and packages have been making their ways through my hands and have been deposited either on top of the mailboxes in my apartment building or more recently handed over to the friendly mailmen working at the US Post Office on University Avenue on my way home from work. I’ve stopped in their twice this week. The purpose was to buy some two cent stamps, some of the newer higher priced stamps and mail a couple of packages, one to Illinois (Illinoise as the postman pronounced it) and Germany. The first time I was in there this week however I had forgotten to get the address for my little brother in Germany and regardless of the blessed technology of the cell phone my dad was not able to locate Marty’s address either. Did you notice that I mentioned “friendly mailmen” earlier? I’m not kidding – these guys are the complete opposite of those people hating, job loathing mailmen that I remember hearing about when I was growing up (the people from whom the term “going postal” was coined. I think I might have discovered the key to their happiness however, both times that I stopped in there this week I noticed the tv that hanging overhead and facing the counter where they worked. Not only was the tv on, but both times it was playing the Gene Wilder classic Young Frankenstein. Hilarious.