Distance: 1.5 miles
After 'a certain age' going to the mailbox can be scary. AARP mailings are the beginning (age 50?), then on midnight:01 of 55 Alumni magazines, mailings, requests for bequeths begin arriving, and your phone messages are from cold call brokers with annuity type investments to run by you. These are annoying but tame compared with what happens on the stroke of other birthdays: the Neptune Society writes to see if you want your ashes scattered at sea, and various other medical publications and gravediggers are in touch. For instance, here's today's mail with news about what I can do about various heart conditions and then, if they don't work, I'm invited by the Trident Society to Pre-Pay for my Cremation.
Ah, for the good old days of mere grocery and internet flyers.
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