Dead Letter Office

Back in the 60's I lived for a while at 57 W. 75th St. in New York City. One day I received in the mail a letter addressed to Mary Crowther at the American Institute of Psychology at 75 W. 57th. The original mistake that happened when the mail was sorted was compounded when the postman saw the name Crowther and put it in my box. It was an amazing coincidence, given that there were only about five Crowthers listed in all of Manhattan. In this perfect storm of postal service error, it turned out Mary was my cousin, who worked at the institute. The god who looks after fools was telling me I should stay in touch with relatives.