But what made it odd was not the subject nor the sender, but that I received it at all. As you can see, it was addressed not to my address, but to my type of work. "Mr. Doug Stowe, Boxmaker and Furniture Maker" is not an address but an occupation.
Where else but the small town of Eureka Springs, where I've lived for the past 40 plus years, would postal clerks actually deliver mail with such an insufficient address?
The envelope contained a stamped/self-addressed envelope, which is now on its way to an address in Indiana.
The Vertex round stopped hinges that inspired the Indiana woodworker to write me are available from Rockler.com and from Woodcraft.com
I have written many times of the wonder of small town life. It may not be for everyone. Folks can get on each other's nerves. But when a piece of mail arrives in such an unexpected manner, it reminds me to feel a sense of belonging in this place. It is wise wherever you are to plant your feet and make an investment in community life.
Make, fix, create, and increase the likelihood that others learn and grow likewise.
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