It has been warm lately.

Our kitchen sink is below a window that opens to the front yard. Yesterday, I was at the sink concentrating on scrubbing parts to our rangetop.

A nearby voice said, "Hey! How are you doing today?"

Surprised, I looked up to see the postman crossing the yard, heading for our mailbox on the front porch.

"Hey, I'm fine. How are you?"

"Good."

Then he was gone. How '50s.