Readers,
I was planning on describing THE MOVE chronologically, but I just can't resist slipping this event in out of order. I do plan to discuss the joys of U-haul trucks, driving 3 hours with a drunk cat, friendly neighbors, sadness at leaving Brownwood, and all sorts of other events, but---this is too good to forget.
We've been Arlington residents for a day and a half and we needed to mail a package. I looked up post offices in Arlington on Google. There was one on a street we are very familiar with -Green Oaks, so armed with the address and driving instructions, we headed out. We drove to the place where it should have been--and as N drove past it, I exclaimed "look there's a sign over there. " We had to circle around but got to a strip shopping area with the familiar blue and white eagle sign for the U.S. Post office. Turns out it was a corner of a dry cleaner business. The proprietor (a gentleman from India) came around the dry cleaner counter and waited on us. That side of the establishment looked just like a post office, with the foldable boxes, and stamp displays. He even asked us after he "processed" our package, if we needed any mailing supplies. After I paid for the shipping, he offered me a 10% coupon for dry cleaning. The most unusual post office I ever experienced. Wonder what my Grandmother, who was postmistress in Alpine forever, would have thought about this sort of incarnation of her post office.
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