John Campanelli
- The mailman must have seen the out-of-state plates, or maybe he just wanted to break up the monotony of his route along one of Ann Arbor's quiet residential streets. Regardless, he walked up to our car as my family and I were buckling up. He seemed friendly, put his head into the passenger-side window and asked about Ohio. We chatted a bit, told him we were visiting and then asked him where he lived. He mentioned a small town that I've long forgotten, but what he said next, I remember clearly,
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