Silly me. I expected to go into the main United States Postal Service office on West Chestnut Expressway and North Main Avenue, as I have for years, poke money into a vending machine and get stamps spit back at me. I expected to be able to do an end-run around the line of folks who, no matter when I go during business hours and sometimes after hours waiting for the automated parcel-mailing …
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