Rhode Island
When we moved to Rhode Island, the mailman was our first friend
Our neighbors were kind and helpful, and our son’s school welcomed us, but we still felt like outsiders.
My husband and I both work from home, within easy sight and earshot of the brass mail slot through our front door, and soon Ron’s quotidian arrival became an event. At first, my husband and I traded small talk with him: He’d lived in New York, where ... [3719 chars]