What? No mail?

It is 7:40 p.m. and we have not received our mail today. This is worrisome. We get mail every day but Sunday, even if most of it is junk.

My wife looks forward to receiving mail. It goes back to the days when, as a child, she went to the mailbox in her Bronx apartment building to retrieve the monthly Social Security checks that came for her widowed mother and children. It helped support the family.

Nowadays, the thunk of mail falling through the slot in our front door is a welcome sound, full of mystery and promise. True, most of it eventually lands in the waste basket or shredder but occasionally there's a wonderful surprise, such as pictures of our great grand children in Israel.

It's always pleasant when a rare dividend check shows up because we really don't look for them. They come when they come.

Thursday is the day when all the supermarket flyers and throwaway papers jam the slot. The hunt for bargains is fun. Sometimes you actually find one.

But today, Wednesday, it’s well into the evening and still no mail. We called a neighbor to find out if she received any mail but had to leave a message. She's good at calling back so we'll see if it was just us or a postal malfunction.

Our mailman is a nice guy who has delivered our mail for years. We hope nothing happened to him. We worry about things like that.

We'll keep you posted. Ha.