A Snail's Pace

I received eight Moto-Mails yesterday, and one snail mail. I would like to thank (in the order in which they wrote me, by date) Lina (who wrote 2), Sonny & Sandy, Ruth M., Roy & Linda, Brad (the Dutchman), Cory & Co., and cousin James for the Moto-Mails, and Judy for the snail mail card (things you DON’T want to hear while getting a tattoo—very funny). The Moto-Mails, though they were printed (as near as I can tell) at the post office on base within twenty four hours of when you each wrote them, took an average (for seven of the eight Moto-Mails) of over thirty days to get to me from the post office. Now, I figure (being very generous and allowing for the most circuitous route) that it is about half a mile from the post office to here. There have been no ‘Acts of God’ here (like tornados, floods, hurricanes, monsoons, tsunamis, avalanches, earthquakes, lightning strikes, or volcano eruptions) to significantly interrupt the activities of the mail carriers, and I figure a SNAIL could actually make it from the post office to my shop in less than thirty days. Judy’s so-called snail mail card made it here from the other side of the world in 7 days, and it had the same address on it. I’m going to make a few inquiries, it may be possible (but I doubt it) to discover what the hold up is/was. If I find out what the problem was, I’ll definitely let you know.

This brings up the absence of any recent Moto-Mails from Nicole—who I assume has been diligently typing me witty voluminous texts, but I just haven’t been getting them. When I catch the guilty postal worker with the sack of all MY mail, the meaning of “Reckoning Day” will be fully revealed.

Semper Fi, Jon G.