I was a nice mom today and sent off some care packages to college kids.

But I was the real winner because I got to visit the Post Office in Burnt Chimney.

When we first moved here, I looked up the nearest Post Office and found that it was eight miles away. What?

Certainly enough, it’s a little hike. But very scenic, of course, and when you get there, the postmaster is so pleasant that you kind of feel like you’re in Mayberry. And not for nothing, Homestead Creamery is right next door for your dairy needs.

I don’t want to brag, but I kind of think I now frequent the best Post Office in the whole system.