Wyckoff - Beware of cat and other encounters of a letter carrier

BEWARE of CAT

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2007 by Vincent Wyckoff. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. For information, write to Borealis Books, 345 Kellogg Blvd. W., St. Paul, MN 55102-1906.

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ISBN 13: 978-0-87351-582-5

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Wyckoff, Vincent, 1952

Beware of cat and other encounters of a letter carrier / Vincent Wyckoff.

p. cm.

ISBN-13: 978-0-87351-582-5 (cloth : alk. paper)

ISBN-10: 0-87351-582-X (cloth : alk. paper)

Ebook ISBN: 978-0-87351-657-0

1. Letter carriers. I. Title.

HE6241.W93 2007

383.492dc22

2006035273

For MacKenzie Wyckoff

this is what your grandpa did

Contents

Acknowledgments

For her encouraging words at the outset and critical feedback throughout, I want to thank my good friend, Martha Anderson. A special thank you to my former classmate and faithful writing group member, Paula Zuhlsdorf, who taught me how to splash some color into the black-and-white printed word. Later, Luaina Lewis spent hours proofreading my work, giving me the confidence to send it out into the big, bad world.

The staff at Borealis Books has been outstanding. My editor, Ann Regan, brought great skill and sensitivity to the project. Many thanks to Greg Britton and Alison Vandenberg.

I want to recognize my fellow letter carriers at the Nokomis Post Office, whose integrity and work ethic never take a day off. Im proud to work beside them. Of course, this book would not be possible without the wonderful folks living on Route 17. It has been a pleasure delivering their mail each day and an honor to know them. These are their stories, and while Ive attempted to relate them as accurately as memory allows, it should be noted that every writer is a storyteller first.

I also want to thank my best friend and wife, Sybil, for listening to my mail-delivering escapades throughout the years. She often commented that I needed to write these stories down, but I didnt take her good advice until the day she asked about a particular character from a tale I had related years earlier. I barely remembered the incident, and the fear of losing these stories inspired me to get them down on paper. Thanks, Syb.

ONE EVENING SEVERAL YEARS AGO, Sybil and I invited a few friends over for dinner. Our oldest son, Sam, was finishing up high school, and I had recently noticed his less-than-exuberant response whenever the topic of college arose. In our house, from the time the kids were old enough to understand the words, the discussion had always been about when you go to college, not if.

Gathered at the dinner table were some interesting conversationalists, so as host I took the opportunity to ask a question that I hoped would spark a discussion about furthering ones education and reaching for goals and dreams.

If you could have any career imaginable, I asked, with
no concern about how much money you earn, or how much education it requires, what would you choose to do for a living, and why?

One by one I directed the question around the table. Some of the answers were downright startling, creating lively rounds of laughter and conversation. There was the insurance agent who saw himself as a classical musician, and a nurse who dreamed of being a doctor working with Doctors Without Borders. A corporate communications executive said she would have been a puppeteer. Ive always loved the Muppets, she added.

Sam listened and laughed along with the rest of us. I wasnt sure my little exercise had fulfilled the intended purpose until we reached the end. When the laughter died down, Sam spoke up, directing the question my way. How about you, Dad? What would you do for a living? he asked. Would you still choose to deliver mail?

Everyone looked at me, and I found that providing an answer was no simple task. I had been too busy working and raising a family to ponder such questions. For years my wife and I had concentrated on helping the kids grow up strong and healthy and motivated, and I hadnt thought about my own dreams for a while.

You know, Sam, Ive always wanted to be an author. If I had the opportunity, and a chance to take some classes, I think Id sit down and write a book.

Well then, why dont you do it? Youre always telling me that I can be whatever I want. If your dream is to be an author, to write a book, then you should do it.

So here it is, Sam, with a nod of gratitude.

BEWARE of CAT

The Red Piata

After delivering mail on the same route for over fifteen years, Ive become something of a fixture in the lives of more than five hundred residents in a quiet neighborhood in South Minneapolis. I know all their first and last names, including the childrens, and I can recite every name in every house as I drive through the route.

I learn much more than just names, however, while delivering the mail. Stacks of handwritten cards show that someone is celebrating a birthday or anniversary. Certified letters from the IRS clearly signal an investigation. Newspapers from other towns reveal a patrons origins. I know who receives X-rated magazines, and for a time I delivered love letters to a woman from an inmate in federal prison. The explicit artwork penciled on the envelopes was the clue.

Change-of-address forms show where someone is moving to, or where a new family is coming from. Im aware of divorces and separations, when a child is born or somebody passes away. Ive even attended some of their memorial services. Of course, I know every single dog on my route, the good ones as well as the bad.

Years ago, when still a substitute carrier, I noticed a warning sign on an open porch: Beware of Cat! I grinned at the snarling animal etched on the sign as I put mail in the box. Not until I turned to leave did I notice the huge feline watching me from a shadowed corner of the porch. With its back arched, the cat spat at me, showing off gleaming canines. I lunged for the steps, but he caught me halfway down. He clawed his way up my legs and latched onto my mail satchel as I ran for the next house. He finally let go, but then strutted along the perimeter of the yard to ensure I had no plans to return. After all these years, Im sure that cat is long gone, but Ill never forget that house.

While its possible to learn many details of peoples lives from the mail they receive, most of what Ive discovered has come from talking to people. It cant be helped. Walk through someones life once a day, year after year after year, and youre bound to learn a few things.

My relationships with several patrons are almost like those within an extended family, and I know other carriers enjoy similar connections. As coworkers we share many of our experiences from the route; however, out of respect to the patrons, we keep some stories, as well as peoples names, to ourselves.