A Christmas Card from last year
Coming back to work today, I noticed something I had tacked to my office wall.
It is there amidst papers with project codes, routing rules, and other matters of dubious professional importance. It caught my eye, the contrast between the upright lettering and my decidedly tilted scribble. It stood out.
It is the envelope my Uncle Larry and Aunt Joanne had sent to my wife and I for Christmas last year (well, they sent a Christmas card along with the envelope).
It is my Uncle Larry’s immaculate penmanship. It is my name (complete with the S.). It is the full zip code. It is my Uncle in a nutshell.
I kept the envelope to write him back. I will keep it there for as long as I have this office.