The Escapees RV Club has a mail forwarding service. I’m told they have more than eleven-thousand subscribers. This “service” is larger than the Livingston, Texas, Post Office. Five days a week, twice a day, large trucks arrive and depart with mail. The trucks drive in front of my yard; I see them from my position at the computer and when I’m working in my garden. While working in my garden, I wave and they wave and honk their horn. This morning the driver honked the horn even though I wasn’t in the yard. “Little things mean a lot.”  Out of sight but not out of mind.