It was 2:30 as I peered out my living room window, through closed curtains. My stomach knotted as I heard the familiar, faint squeal of brakes. Turning my head to the right, I could see it coming. Continue reading “Don’t Hate the Mailman”
It was 2:30 as I peered out my living room window, through closed curtains. My stomach knotted as I heard the familiar, faint squeal of brakes. Turning my head to the right, I could see it coming. Continue reading “Don’t Hate the Mailman”
Larry the Money Medic 