Returning to the City on a red-eye flight from Portland, Oregon means I land at JFK at 6 am on 8/20. By the time I am home to my abode, it is time for a nap and after that I get up and go to the Post Office for the gathering of my mail-on-hold. As there is a bin full, I stop at one of the counters, to sort: toss and save. As I am nearing the end of the weeding, I look at the sole piece of paper, lying next to my stack. And then I look more closely. Now what are the odds that someone, just ahead of me, that very day, the time is within a few minutes of my sorting, mails a small package to Portland, Oregon and leaves the receipt. I have no idea if there is any meaning, but it certainly is noteworthy!
