Maddie's Mission

You, who are on the road Must have a code that you can live by And so become yourself B ecause the past is just a good bye. Teach your children well Their father's hell Did slowly go by And feed them on your dreams The one they picks The one you'll know by Don't you ever ask them why If they told you, you will cry So just look at them and sigh And know they love you The answer to the question, "What would you do if you won the lottery?", always intrigued me as it offers a window into a person's true ambitions.  If all financial road blocks were removed and all financial responsibilities were met, what would you do?  The immediate response is usually, "I'd quit!"  OK, but what then?  After all, most of us couldn't just sit on the sofa and watch television for the rest of our lives.  OK, at least some of us couldn't.   For me the answer is simple.  I would spend more time with my family and I would teach.  ...

Wait! Oh yes, wait just a minute Mr. Postman Wait! Wait Mr. Postman Mr. Postman, look and see If there's a letter in your bag for me I've been waiting a long long time Since I heard from that gal of mine A couple of weeks ago my work brought me to New York City.  For those that do not know, NYC can be a tough place to drive unless your car is yellow and says Taxi on top.  So, this time I choose the train.  As I exited Penn Station and stood in line for a taxi to midtown I noticed the historic New York City Post Office which as you can see looks like a building you are more likely to see in Europe. When admiring the building amongst the hustle and bustle of the street, my eyes were drawn to the words carved above the columns.   Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these  couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. I've heard these words on a TV ad or two in the past, but like som...