33 Cents.

A gal spends the better part of a year single-handedly doing everything she can to get the United States Postal Service out of debt and what thanks does she get?  A goddamn penny raise on postcard stamps, effective January 27, that’s what.  Really, Uncle Sam, really?

I’ve been keeping track and, since about this time last year, I’ve mailed 150 plus postcards – at the previous rate of $.32 a pop — to friends and family far and wide.  And not just within these United States, people.  Perhaps you’ve heard of a little country called England?  Or France?  Oh yeah, I’m international, friends.  Inter. National.  (By the by, the price of stamps to Europe went up a whopping five cents yesterday.  Sweet Jesus.)

150 times $.32.  That’s $48.00.  So, okay, forget what I said earlier about single-handedly getting the USPS out of debt, but at least I’m doing my part.  In the last year, I’ve patronized local post offices in Gainesville, Austin, Chicago, Santa Cruz, Sarasota, Atlanta, New York, Nashville, and Cardiff by the Sea.  It’s become one of my favorite things to do, visiting the post office, buying stamps and envelopes, patiently answering questions about liquids and perfumes and perishables and “Do you want to track this or insure this or receive delivery confirmation?”  I’d estimate I’m in the post office at least once a week, if not more, and I can’t say I’ve had a single bad experience, that I haven’t gotten my money’s worth.

So here’s to the USPS and that extra penny.  They’re up to here in debt (way up to here, people), but they keep on ticking, keep on making sure the mail goes through.  Which makes this recent price increase a bit easier to take, I suppose.  It certainly won’t put a crimp in my postcard rotation, I can promise you that.  Because sending mail to friends and family is just about as lovely as receiving mail from friends and family (cough, cough).  It’s pretty priceless.

When you mail a letter, you can send it anywhere.
On foot, by truck, or aeroplane, the postman gets it there.
So write a letter to your friend, maybe she’ll write you.
No matter what you always know, the mail must go through.
No matter if it rains or snows, the mail must go through.
I said the mail must go through.
No matter if it rains or snows, the mail must go through.
Some folks live in a city, some live in a little town.
And even if you live out on a farm, there’s a postman making his rounds.
So mail someone a letter, even just a card will do.
You know it’s nice when the postman has a letter in his sack for you.

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