able when I heard a “pop” from the direction of the front door and saw the mail carrier walk past the dining room windows.

When I opened the front door, I saw a package about the size of two large pizza boxes stacked together. I called to the mail carrier to say “thank you.” I was acknowledged with an over-the-shoulder backwards glance and a half-hearted hand wave.

I shook the package to discover if anything was broken. Further detailed inspection revealed all was well; the sender is apparently well aware of the level of care taken with mailed parcels.

When I explained the matter to the person in charge at the local delivery office, he described how a parcel is supposed to be delivered to a private residence:

Knock on the door or ring the doorbell, then hand the parcel to the addressee or place it at the door if there’s no answer.

I received no thanks for reporting the matter, or expression of apology, or assurance that such would not be tolerated in the future; simply a curt statement: “We’ll take it up with the carrier.”

Frank A. Freeman

King Charles Circle

Summerville