Another Reason to Love Jon Horne

Florida summers are blazing hot.  I mean, buh-lazing.  Our mailman delivers post on foot in the 'hood.  He is very cool and has big muscles.  In our eight months on Riverside Ave he has impressed and slightly intimidated us by his physical prowess and cool factor.  One day last week Jon saw him through the window, sweating profusely, and asked via body language if he would like water.  Picture Jon: hand motions + dramatically mouthing the word W-A-T-E-R.  "Yeah man," was his reply.  Jon Horne happily produced some monstrous black plastic cup (i.e. vat) of ice water for him.  In the excitement experienced after performing a good deed, JH declared he would daily provide hydration for our mailman.  And in turn, left this note taped to a personal cooler containing a bottle of water on our stoop the following day.  Incidentally our postal carrier's manners are intact, as we received a formal Thank You note this same day.

We now feel a personal connection to Vincent (turns out he has a name) and have begun to trade easy conversation with him.  Let me just tell you, mailmen know things.  And I think especially those on foot have a real understanding of what really goes on in the neighborhood.  There's some motivation to be good to yours.