Last night as I wrapped a gift to mail to my younger son for his 20th birthday, I was dreading the long line that would face me Monday morning at the post office on Broadway. Needless worry, it turned out.
Sure, there were a handful of people in front of me. But I was accompanied by Joe Rocha, the editor of Ballston Spa Life, one of the two weekly newspapers that we introduced earlier this year, and the walk up the hill gave us a chance to catch up on some story ideas. Then, in front of me on line was Bob Jackson, and I am always happy to catch up with him and the whereabouts of his children — though it's difficult for me to imagine his "little" Lisa as 38 years old with three kids and living in Egypt.
Chatting passed the time quickly, and the clerk at the one open window couldn't have been friendlier and more helpful. Now I regret not making note of his name, to give him a "shout out" here. Maybe next time — assuming I get the Christmas gifts purchased, wrapped and ready to mail in the next week for my twin niece and nephew out in Marion, N.Y.