Chick deliveries arrive at the Turners Falls P.O. once in a while, and one driver is assigned to deliver them immediately. John always comes home melancholy from a chick day at the P.O. I won't go into why, here.

I think I've mentioned this before, perhaps on my LJ a couple years ago, but the T.F. postmaster has a unique way of letting a carrier know if he or she will deliver cremated remains on a particular day. He tells them that there is a "passenger" going with them in their truck. And since non-postal riders are never allowed in the LLVs, the carriers instantly know they have a cremation to deliver that day. John never leaves a "passenger" in a mailbox (which he could do); he always delivers the parcel to the door and makes sure it goes into human hands, and offers his condolences.