When I was a child, I lived in a small town called Penticton in British Columbia, Canada. One of my hobbies was writing to pen pals all over the world. I wrote to one boy who lived n a country in Africa. He misplaced my address and sent a letter to what he thought he remembered. My address was on Forestbrook Drive. He sent the letter to an address on Brook Street, Cepicton, California. It took a while, but I got that letter! With everything at the Post Office so automated now, I doubt that would happen today. Especially when it was even to a different country.
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