09/16/22 Grif.Net - At the Post Office

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Years ago in our small town, I took my little boy for a ride on the back of my bicycle. We stopped at the post office to pick up my mail. I quickly scanned the pile and headed out.  He asked if we had gotten any letters.

 

I said, “No, son. Just bills.”

 

Then he asked, “Dad, why do we always get his mail?”

 

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Dr Bob Griffin

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