The Postal Service Doesn’t Exist to Make Money

The Postal Service Doesn’t Exist to Make Money

There are 603 people in my mom and dad’s tiny town in East Texas, and my parents don’t even live in it—not really. Their house is outside the city limits, three miles down a road bearing the initials of my grandma’s grandpa, who died young, poor, and unable to write his own first name. On either side of the cracking asphalt there’s a national forest, until you hit a curve and see pasture—the farmland our family carved out of the woods nearly 200…