Getting the "Mailbag"

Pop leads a very simple life, filled with simple pleasures. One of those is getting the "mailbag." (Pop still thinks of it as the Pony Express.) He can't hear much anymore, but he can hear the low rumble of the mail truck as it makes its daily delivery. Like clockwork, Pop starts his journey down the driveway heading toward the mailbox. He removes the mail and shuffles back to the porch to sort the letters, catalogs and junk mail into piles. Mail addressed to Resident is randomly given to a pile. Every now and then, I get a Victoria Secret catalog. Pop tucks it at the bottom of his pile, saying to himself, "Oo, that's a good one!"