When I was quite young, my grandparents had a mail slot in the front of their house. It was metal. There was a flap that clanged to announce the mail had arrived. When the mail slid onto the floor, I rushed to pick it up and deliver it to my grandmother. Receiving the mail remains a daily thrill for me (except when it’s -40ºF and they smartly keep the letter carriers at home). In an era in which sending an e-mail or an e-card is expedient, I am always grateful when a card or letter arrives in the post. I especially appreciate those that appear for no reason at all but to say “Hello. Here’s what’s going on in my life.” I always notice the stamps, how it was postmarked, and the visual aspects of each piece. I love mail!