Pity the post office

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On Thursday, I drove two miles to our local branch of the United States Post Office. The reason for my visit was that it had been eight days since the last mail delivery to our house.

We’ve had erratic delivery on our street for a few years now. I think it predates the Louis DeJoy era that began with an appointment by a Donald Trump-selected USPS Board of Governors in May 2020. The timetable seems to fit the decline of service — I just can’t remember attributing it to DeJoy when it began.

Anyway, most of the time, we just lose a day of service and then get caught up the next weekday. (Saturdays, usually, are a lost cause.) Sometimes it’s a couple weekdays without mail. Every once in a while, we’ve lost a week. Not often, but more than once.

But Thursday marked a new record, and it was particularly unnerving because I was waiting for a check from Young Miss Weisman’s 529 account to reimburse me for the money I had to take out of our family checking to pay for her winter quarter tuition. For whatever reason, we can’t electronically transfer the money directly from the 529 to the university. It wasn’t just that I needed the money, but also that I feared the check might be lost.