There are two things I don’t understand about the US Postal Service. First, why it’s the workers, not the customers, who’ve gone “postal” and shot up the stations. Secondly, why is it going bankrupt when it has me?
Since my son, Jonathan, moved to Beijing almost 13 years ago, I’ve shipped countless care packages, many of which have contained homemade bakery. Would I consider letting the anytime banana bread or the Rosh Hashanah honey cake or Passover brownies get stale with regular airmail service taking ten days to two weeks? Or store-bought Chanukah cookies or Purim hamentashen? (Full disclosure: my maternal grandmother’s dough rolling gene that produced gorgeous pies and strudel was recessive in both my mother and me.)
