Mail is good, mail is great.
You know that horrible feeling of opening your mailbox to find a Walmart ad, Comcast bill, and Chinese take-out menu? Then you trudge to the recycling bin and toss it all in.
I didn’t have that bad-mail feeling today!
Instead, I opened my mailbox to find the coolest postcard on the planet. (So all of you who’ve been looking for it can rest now.) Then, I walked over to my fridge and hung it up. I felt happy and smiley and generally lucky in life. It’s all thanks to my friend Martha (also bragged about in this post), who took a few minutes of her day and a few joules of her energy to jot a few lines and address them to me.
What does this have to do with No Car Go?
The postcard was a photograph of a critical mass ride some years ago. The image is five lanes of cyclists with a handful of cars riding the pine in a forlorn parking lot. Under the photo is the text: “We aren’t blocking traffic … WE ARE TRAFFIC.” I was psyched about the card and its message, but I was psyched about something else too.
Getting real, personal mail that you can hold in your hands feels so good.
It’s a small gift that seems to arrive by magic right to your front door, assuring you that, to someone, you’re worth a piece of stationary and postage stamp. That may sound cheap, but it might as well be the cost of a full tank of gas for as much as most of us do it anymore.
Mail that doesn’t have a “reply all” option is rare these days.
So, it meant a lot that I got some today. It meant even more that it came from Martha, to whom I don’t believe I’ve ever penned a line, and who has a lot of things competing for her time and energy:
- Serving as executive director for Troy Community Works, a local nonprofit that’s working hard for walkable neighborhoods;
- Spreading the word and recipe of her favorite avocado salad dressing; and
- Teaching two beautiful children how to—among other things—raise a garden, ride bikes, and be good people.
Let us thank Her for our mail. Amen.