Over the course of Thanksgiving week I traveled about 600 miles. From our house in Natick, Massachusetts to my parents’ house in Northern New Jersey, out to a college visit in Pennsylvania and then back to Natick again.
At the end of this odyssey I arrived home to find an unmarked envelope in my mail. You know, the kind with no sender identified in the return address.
I thought it might be an updated credit card that the issuer did not want to call attention to in the mail.