Friday, August 21, 2020

Neither Rain Nor Heat Nor Politicians Should Stop the Mail


“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds”      --Unofficial motto, United States Postal Service


The post office. The post office?! Oh…really!? C’mon!

Maybe you are like me: increasingly anxious about the state of our postal system, how its institutional stumbling and intentional downsizing by Uncle Sam, may be a direct threat to the ability of our nation to have free and fair and transparent elections come November 3.

The irony is that most of us as citizens and users of the system, mail senders and mail receivers: up until this weird moment in history, we haven’t thought much about the man or woman in the light blue uniform, driving a boxy red white and blue van, who arrives outside of our door six days a week and delivers the mail. 

We just take it for granted.

I still get a little jolt of excitement when I go to the mail box and open it up and wonder just what treasures it might hold for me: a get well card or a package from Amazon or my New Yorker or Bicycling magazines or a postcard from a friend. I know this is a bit nostalgic. As a boy, I always tried to beat my family members to the mail box and be the first in my clan to read the latest issue of Life magazine. 

For those under the age of 50, you probably won’t get that reference.  Many folks younger than me, many people in general, view the USPS as a dinosaur of sorts, a quaint relic of days past, a service that now delivers mostly junk mail and sales flyers and freebie newspapers, and a very, very rare item called a “letter”.

These have been tough decades for the oldest federal agency, created by the Continental Congress in 1775, who appointed Benjamin Franklin as the very first postmaster general.  Recognizing it as an essential service for the nation, it’s work is actually prescribed in the United States Constitution. For most of its history, the post office was non-partisan and very good at what it did: delivering the mail. It has served as a lifeline and gathering spot, and still does, in more than 31,000 locations is cities and small towns and villages. It is the most ubiquitous symbol of Uncle Sam and the federal government in our country.

But in this age of email and texts and instant communication and very high expectations about package delivery (order it today and get it tomorrow), the USPS has struggled to adapt in the past several years, to this new world of immediate human connection.  In 2020 it expects to lose more than $13 billion.  And now in these pandemic times, the USPS is being asked to handle and deliver mail-in election ballots in all fifty states, for a potential pool of 180 million voters. In response to this challenge, the agency sent letters to all fifty states in July, warning them that it could not guarantee that all the ballots would be delivered on time, either to the voters or election officials.

Can 2020 get any harder?!?!

In response to this potential national emergency, our Commander in Chief has stepped up and demanded additional funding for the agency and spoken publicly of his great respect for the USPS and the mail-in voting. KIDDING!! Instead, he’s actually called the post office “a joke”, and insists that mail-in voting will lead to widespread fraud, thus undermining the legitimacy of the electoral process in a year when millions and millions of us will actually need to use a mail-in ballot. 

And the Congress? Well, if they can’t come to terms with the administration or the opposition over efforts to extend unemployment benefits to tens of millions of our suffering citizens, why should we expect them to take any action on the USPS?

FYI: for the record, mail-in voter fraud is very rare in the United States. Statistics complied by MIT researcher Charles Reynolds and National Vote at Home Institute and Coalition leader Amber McReynolds, report that in the past twenty years, 250 million mail-in ballots have been cast. Of that number, there have 1,2000 suspected cases of fraud and 143 criminal convictions.  That means the chances of voter fraud, statistically speaking, are 0.00006. Remember that number the next time you hear a politician attacking mail-in balloting. 

USPS officials do have one important piece of advice to voters who wish to use a mail-in ballot for the November general election: request it at least fifteen days before the election. Let’s repeat that: if you want to vote by mail, get your ballot sooner, not later. Be in touch with your local election officials NOW. Confirm that you are registered to vote. If you want to use the mails for your vote, it is finally up to you as a citizen to make sure that this will happen.

We as voters need to be vigilant and to act wisely and take responsibility for our ballots—whether in person or by mail. God knows this may just be the most important election in at least a generation. Get your ballot. Let your voice be heard. Then maybe say a big prayer for the USPS too. They are going to need all the help, human and divine, that they can get.

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night nor pandemics nor politicians, stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. 

Let’s hope so.






   

                       

Monday, August 10, 2020

Getting Away By Staying Home?! Welcome to Summer 2020.

Staycation: (noun) 1. a period in which an individual or family stays home and participates in leisure activities within driving distance of their home and does not require overnight accommodation. Synonyms include holistay and daycation           --Wikipedia, alt.

Summer vacation 2019: round trip 1,391 mile flight to Minneapolis, Minnesota; three week stay in a downtown Airbnb, followed by a 12-day, five-game, 14-state 2,117-mile baseball road trip, from Boston to Aberdeen, Maryland, to Hickory, North Carolina, to Dayton, Ohio, to Akron, Ohio, to Binghamton, New York and then back home.

Summer staycation 2020: trip to Dairy Queen in Natick; jaunt to the CVS in Medfield for sunscreen; 5 mile bike ride to pond in Millis; hot dogs and onions rings with Mom on her front porch in Quincy; quick day trips to New Hampshire, Vermont and the Cape, always back home by sunset; way too many leisure afternoons on the back porch, watching my garden grow.

Oh, what a difference a year makes.

The year of the vacation has given way to the year of the staycation. Of watching as the suitcases and backpacks in the front hall closet collect dust, and sit forlornly, unused, never packed full and then stowed in the trunk for some distant trip. The year I actually got money back from my insurance company, because I’ve driven so few miles in the past four and a half months. The year that the Mass Pike is not a parking lot but is instead a barely peopled highway, with rest stops like ghost towns and bumper to bumper traffic a thing of the past.      

Who’d have ever thought this would be the summer of so many cancelled travel plans? Of hoped for exotic trips put on hold, put off, postponed, delayed until…who knows when?  I was actually planning and hoping to take an epic road trip this season, something which always highlights my summer time away.  Nothing I love more to do than to get in the car and fill it up with gas and stock up on Diet Cherry Vanilla Coke and Cheese Combos and program the GPS and download some Audible books and then just hit the road.

This year’s journey was to be my three day drive to the Twin Cities, by way of Ithaca and Cleveland and Chicago, and then two weeks at a writing retreat in the wilds of northern Minnesota, interspersed with little league baseball games and movies in a chilled theater on a hot August afternoon and barbeques with the friends that I only get to see but once a year.

Not this year.

I’m trying my best to maintain a stiff upper lip when it comes to the very real disappointment of missing my trips and long planned vacations. Trying to see some kind of silver lining to being grounded for the duration.  Save money? Yup.  Avoid wear and tear on the car? Check. Support local businesses? Certainly. Spend more time with close by family and friends? Absolutely. Be in a travel funk along with almost everyone else I know? Definitely.

It’s sobering to realize just how much travel has just ground to a halt in these days of COVID-19. Worldwide revenue from travel and tourism has plummeted by almost 35 percent in 2020, compared to last year. TSA passenger screenings at U.S. airports are down 75 percent from July 2019.  Logan Airport is the quietest it’s even been in my lifetime. And if you do choose to travel, the challenges are very real: packed planes and so many places in the United States where folks are less than committed in their mask wearing and social distancing and, of course, there’s the requirement to quarantine for two weeks back here in Massachusetts, if you do choose to go away to most places on the U.S. map.

So, in anticipation of the time when we will travel once again, when we will become again a people of the road and the summer road trip, and summer vacations, these things I do solemnly promise: I promise to not complain about the length of the security line I have to wait in before I board my plane. I promise to embrace with relish the time when my airplane seatmate hogs the armrest or falls asleep on my shoulder.  I promise to let out a yell of joy the next time I am sitting in highway traffic anywhere in the United States, turn up the music even louder and just sing at the top of my lungs. “ON THE ROAD AGAIN!” I promise to say a prayer of thanks to God the next time I see a sign at a state border, any border, that joyfully proclaims, “You Are Now Entering….” 

I promise to never, ever again take for granted the miracle that is travel and the gift it truly is to see and experience all the different parts of God’s beautiful and diverse and amazing creation: near and far. 

But for now: anybody up for a road trip to the local DQ? I’m buying. Chili dogs and blizzards for everyone!

Happy staycation 2020.