Once on my way to work and once after getting home. That's unusual for me, I'm lucky if I grab my snail mail but once a week.
But I was waiting for something special. After nearly a week, I was hoping my poor old 1954 Topps Phil Rizzuto was on its way. And when I opened up my mailbox a few hours ago, I was hoping to see one of those padded yellow envelopes I'm sure you've all seen before. That signature yellow usually means another one of my acquisitions has arrived.
But no yellow envelope. How could it be? It should have arrived days ago.
After digging a little deeper, I found it. It wasn't yellow this time but white. It was a standard envelope with cardboard used as reinforcement.
I knew it had arrived. And like a kid in the proverbial candy store that feeling came over me.
Ah, for the simple joys of life!