Andy stepped outside after the recent, huge snow storm in our city to meet our postman halfway. Our street was too clogged with snow and ice for him to navigate safely, so our mailman had wisely parked his van at the end of the street. Then this valiant servant of our U.S. Postal System gathered everyone’s mail in his arms and began the tedious job of handdelivering to each front door. He was working for the company known for its old slogan, “Neither rain nor snow, nor heat or gloom of night stays these couriers from their appointed rounds.”