So, I was standing in line at the post office, wondering what I'd write this blog about. I get my mail at a little neighborhood sub-station so the clerks know you by name. You find out who went on vacation and whose dog is missing. The window closes for lunch from one until two, tedious, but that's just the way it happens. At the line has formed three people deep and we chat. Strangers talking about how fast the snow is melting, how warm it is. After the winter we've had, fifty degrees in flip-flops and tee shirts...but I digress.
The clerk looked up from the scale, "Carrots?"
"Yes, and some beets."
Change. The post office has been around since the constitution was written and now it has to change. I wonder where ebooks will be in twenty years?