As I mailed three important letters today, I realized that I have deep issues that go way back to my childhood. When I was a kid, a friend stuck a letter in a mailbox. Sometime that evening, somebody came and threw a match in the mailbox. The letter was delivered, but it was mostly ashes when it arrived at its destination. Whenver I mail something important, I always think about whether it’s the type of area in which somebody might throw a match in the mailbox. How completely crazy. And yet I bet you it will at least cross my mind the next time I mail a letter. I wonder how much this is going to cost me in therapy. PayPal button coming soon.