At the Mount Royal office of the U.S. Postal Service in Duluth Wednesday morning, I asked a clerk how long it might take a small package to reach its destination in Minneapolis by regular mail. It wasn’t a Christmas package, just something our son needed.
“It should get there no later than Friday,” the clerk replied.
I said that was fine, although I was hoping the package would get there sooner.
“It might get there tomorrow,” the clerk said. “It IS the season of miracles.”
I had to appreciate her optimism.