My neighbors Parker and Patty are always telling me how proud they are to be a part of Port O Connor, Texas. They say it is a great community and so friendly. They always say you may not have malls and movies in our small town, but there is something even better. They have a village of caring and connected people. They were reminded of that recently. As anyone in POC knows, the post office is a gathering place for many an unplanned howdy. Parker recently picked up the mail on a sunny Tuesday morning and stopped to talk to an old friend. He got distracted and laid down the mail on the table just inside the door. The friend said lets grab coffee, so he picked up ‘some’ of the mail and crossed the street to share a cup. After a good long chat he picked up ‘some’ of the mail and headed to his truck to drive home. He put the mail on the passenger seat and ‘some’ mail fell to the floor. Arriving home he opened the door and took ‘some’ mail inside. ‘Some’ mail was left in the truck and blew out the door when he opened it later in the day. So now he had ‘some’ on the desk at home and ‘some’mail all over town, but he was ‘somewhat’unaware he had ‘some’ mail problems. Patty was blissfully ignorant of all of this, so did not question her two lonely pieces of mail until much much later. On Thursday, she was given two bills by a friend who found them at the post office. On Friday, she got a call from Cookie saying ‘some’of her letters were found on the table. On Sunday, a friend brought a birthday card to church with mud and grass stains all over it, and said they found it in their yard. Patty thought ‘something is wrong’ and began to question Parker. After a bit of questioning, he admitted he might have made ‘some’ stops after picking up the mail one morning. In a bit of a huff, Patty proclaimed that they were ‘some’ kind of blessed to live in a community where ‘some’ mail is no problem.