Bounteous harvest

The mail brought another batch of return address labels from non-profits today. That makes three batches this week alone. I used to feel guilty about using the labels without sending a check, but now that I get enough labels to wallpaper a small bathroom, I'm over it. My mom used to make us throw out the Christmas Seals that came in the mail because she wasn't contributing, instead of letting us paste them all over the cardboard shoebox that held our crayons. We grew up taking the U.S. Mail, like most everything else, VERY seriously. The feds finally got Al Capone for violation of the Christmas Seal Abuse statute, you know. When they captured Pretty Boy Floyd, he had Christmas Seals pasted all over his brown Florsheims. You don't even want to know about Bonnie and Clyde.