

And he’ll get it there, too.
The US Postal Service is basically the only part of the federal government that actually works. And still works, amazingly, despite all the politicking and bullshit that’s been thrown at it. My uncle once mailed me a letter but didn’t remember the address of the place I’d recently moved to. He addressed it to, “White house near the corner of [street] and [street] in [town],” with no ZIP code, and it still made it to me. I saved the envelope. I’ve still got it somewhere.












I imagine I’d make a not totally incompetent blacksmith, or some other equivalent allied trade. In fact, I’d probably have a better chance at that 300 or so years ago than now.
Yes, I do already have my own anvil. Jury’s out on whether or not I feel like lugging it with me, though. The fucker is heavy.