I’ll be driving around….freaking mail flying out of the Cherokee….jumping stuff just to scare the old women waiting at their windows….passing all the flags sticking up in the air….waiting for their high flying mailman to stop every once in a while…

Oh. Oh, man! I didn’t even think that this was possible….but it raises a bunch of questions. Could I drive like a bat out of Hades on the mail route? They want me to hurry. I drive too slow. I … Continue reading