As my husband and I were getting ready to leave the house, we noticed through a window that a male gentleman had come up on our front doorstep. I hurried around and opened the door.
It was Mark, the mailman. He came to the door because he had a letter that was sent certified and needed a signature. Mark introduced himself and told us he’d been on this same route for approximately 24 years. And, if we needed anything, we could call the annex, ask for him and he’d get back to us.
Minnesota “nice” mailmen. Very nice.
