We don’t have a mailbox. The postman puts the post through a slot in our front door. It’s pretty handy to be able to get it without going outside, but if you want to send something, you have to go to the post office or one of the collection boxes around town. One thing we didn’t have to do, though, was tell the post office when we moved. When we bought this house, the postman was already forwarding the mail before we were even sleeping here. We never told him. He also asked how Seth liked the tennis club, soon after he joined. We didn’t tell him that, either. Then the other day Seth was in the hardware store and another postman followed him in, called him by name, and gave him a package. That postman loves coming to our house with boxes from America, because he knows how happy we will be. These guys make us feel like we really are part of the town, and that’s nice. And if we need to know anything about anyone else, we know who to ask…