The USPS and I appreciate the clear addressing. It took me a while to decipher the message on the inside. Then I felt a bit dense because it's just turning each letter upside down. Apparently that's all it takes to confuse me. It's also a folded piece with other sides - so the starting point isn't immediately obvious.
I loaded a stack of January mail and now I am returning, to fill the copy part. I was not aware that there were no add-ons. So, this one is short. Since I will be in Chicago when this one pops up, maybe I'll have a good real time add-on. Apologies to JeanR - I meant to come back with additional photos and the words - but - time got away from me.
It was an uneventful trip to Chicago except for the person who was sitting in my assigned seat on the aisle. She was supposed to be by the window. If anyone recalls my rant from a couple weeks ago when I bristled at the suggestion that people's manners would improve if we wore nicer clothes, I assure you that I did not see a single person who looked like they had worn their nice clothes to the airport - except the woman in my seat. I had noticed her bejeweled jeans in the waiting area and thought about taking a picture because I have never seen so many *jewels* attached to a pair of jeans. And such large jewels - some on the back pockets. It looked very uncomfortable.
There were three Franciscan friars and two nuns who were in their traditional garb. One of the friars had a very flashy White Sox jacket over his habit. It was that really shiny fabric. It was an unexpected combo but, St. Frances probably never needed a winter jacket. I wasn't sure what to call the friar's garb - so I researched. That's when I learned he was a friar who wore a habit.
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