Every year from age 5 to 9 I received a birthday card from Neil Armstrong the astronaut.
My grandmother forgot to send a card once, but Neil Armstrong always remembered.
I assumed he sent everyone in the world birthday greetings. Hey! if you can walk on the moon, sending billions of birthday cards is probably no big deal.
On my 10th birthday there was no card. I was sad.
My mother sympathetically explained that the birthday cards were actually sent by the family’s insurance agent Army Armstrong, or more likely his secretary.
We had changed policies and there would be no more cards.
I guess the old policy included a birthday card clause or something.
In hindsight, it was still nice to be remembered every year on my birthday by a complete stranger who didn’t really care about me.
note: Nowadays the Post Office sends me a card on New Year’s Day, but it’s just not the same thing.
double note: My grandmother sometimes forgot to send a card, but some years she sent two. Those things usually even out over enough birthdays.
triple note: the photo is of a “stone frog mailbox” I drive by occasionally. I’m still not sure if I think it’s cool or not. I guess it could be a “Postal Toad“.
quadruple note: I wouldn’t be writing any letters to these people on flypaper!