I know of two things I mailed this spring that never made it to their destinations–or back to me. One was a handmade card–a cat and mouse performing a birthday serenade. Inside was a poem written by me in Spanish about a birthday trip to a shoe store. The other was a package of solid ink left over from my old Xerox printer. I sent that one to Alex in Half Moon Bay, who happens to be printer-crazy. These stamps are almost enough to make up for those missing pieces of mail.
