I received a time capsule today. It was a letter I wrote to Michael on June 25, 2002, a few days before Calvin and I got married. It was my “wish you could be at the wedding, I promise to be a good step-mother” letter, that he evidently never received. He was stationed at Camp Pendleton at the time, but I guess the address I had for him was incorrect. The envelope has stamps all over it as it got redirected and shipped around, trying to find Michael. In the end, they just hit it with a “return to sender” and I got it back today.
This letter has been floating around in the black hole that is the United States Postal Service for almost SEVEN YEARS. Oh, the stories it could tell us.
It also has Michael’s federal tax return check in it from that year, that I’d enclosed along with my letter. It’s for a whopping $53.00. I wonder if he can still cash it?