Last fall, just as I was going back to school, Wes's dad came to visit for a few days. When he left, he forgot to give us back the key fob that opens the main door downstairs. Wes asked him to mail it back to us so we would have a spare set of keys, and he did. Unfortunately, by the time he visited again in November, the key fob had not made it back. We chalked it up to Chicago's horrible mail system (by all accounts, the worst in the nation).Imagine my surprise when I found today among two other packages a box from John Self, Wes's dad, postmarked August 30, 2007. In it was our key fob.
Better late than never, indeed.
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