If I were to make up stories about our postal "service," people would remember that truth is stranger than fiction, so I stick to the truth.
And this latest mail gem might not be all their fault. Peggy opened the mail the other day and out fell a postcard from Nashville, telling about the fun times Jean and Michael were having, traipsing around The Athens Of The South and looking at antebellum mansions. Only problem is, we don't know a "Michael and Jean" couple, but with her shrewd, calculating way of getting to the bottom of things, Peggy said, this was not addressed to us, but to a Doctor in Columbia, MD.
Problem #1, when I looked the postcard over with a magnifying glance (I was disappointed that there was no picture on the front of the Ernest Tubb Record Shop, or any other cultural landmark) I saw that it was indeed addressed to that Doctor, but he lives in Columbia, Missouri.
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If one is not careful with their BIC, Columbia, MO can look like Columbia, MD.
So I googled the man. He is not an M.D, but some sort of professor at Mizzou, as the U of Missouri is always called on "College Football Scoreboard," Saturdays in the fall. Same way Mississippi State is called Mississippi State, but the University of Mississippi is "Ole Miss."
I left a message and I'll let you know if he calls me back. Maybe he thinks I'm a prankster.
Not this guy, Doc!
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