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While casing mail in downtown Owensboro in the early 1980's, I ran across a letter addressed to a law firm. The lawyers were: Wallace Thacker, John Thacker, John Bickel and Doug Wetzel.
Thacker, Thacker, Bickel and Wetzel.The Letter was addressed:Cracker, Cracker, Pickle and Pretzel
Irvin Augenstein -
Branch 234
Owensboro Kentucky
I had only been working as a carrier for a few weeks when a dog attacked me. Being the first time this happened to me, I stood there knees wobbling, grabbed the dog spray from my satchel, and sprayed the dog. The old saying 'sometimes you have to learn the hard way' applies to my experience. It was a very windy day, and unfortunately for me the wind happened to be blowing in the wrong direction; it blew the spray right back into my face! All I could do was stand there with tears flowing from my eyes.
It took about 5 minutes
before I could see well enough to continue my route. I don't know what
happened to the dog. He was probably a few yards away, howling with
laughter.
Wayne Baldwin
Montezuma, Indiana
When I first started with the Postal Service in 1978, women carriers were not that common. I was delivering on my regular route and saw that one of my customers had her grandkids playing on the front lawn. As I got closer, the youngest girl stopped what she was doing, and with a look of amazement on her face said "Oh my gosh, look!! It's a mailmommy!"
Susan DeLude
Lakewood, Ca
I was delivering for the first time a route that had once been a residential street, but as time went on, had become a busy commercial artery through town. The residents gradually sold their homes to businesses such as dentists, tax accountants, law offices, etc. This was in the 1970s, before the implementation of business mailboxes, and all businesses got inside delivery. I would pull up in front of each house, grab the mail, and go inside to make the delivery. As I was walking through the door of one house, I wondered to myself what kind of a business is "Robert P, Jones?" I got inside and suddenly stopped. I looked around and saw a coffee table, sofa, chair, and television set with the ball game on. Great! I just barged into someone's living room, I thought. Just then a man walked into the room carrying a bowl of popcorn and a soft drink. He said, ""That's OK- It happens all the time. That's why I leave the front door unlocked, so I can get my mail delivered right to my coffee table!"
by Marc Vallecorse
Mesa, Arizona
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