There is something I love about going to get the mail – the walk up the dirt driveway, the squeaky metal door that doesn’t quite close and the optimism of unexpected delights, such as recently-ordered yoga attire or a magazine from my alma mater – all are a part of the greater experience. Even if my trip ends with a fistful of useless coupons I still maintain my subdued assurance of a trip worth taking. An old acquaintance has recently returned to my rural route. Residing ins