The other day we were walking by a post office in Berkeley that’s going to be closed, and Ming’s son J said mail is dead. “Noooo!” Ming said. As you may know, mail is my life. Or much of it.
Ming is helping a friend with her garden, and I think I’ll start binding gardening is for eaters after an early morning of doing mail.
One reply on “mail is not dead”
"Mail Is My Life" would be a good zine title!