The postal service misplaced my dad for a few days; we were rather frantic about it. Our postmistress handed him over with an apology in her one-room post office about five days after they'd mislaid him at the distribution center. It was a near thing.
I asked The Cowboy to help me pick the spot. We went on a long autumn day hike. 4/27
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