March of Dimes

We are in receipt of a rather incredible package from March of Dimes; a solicitation to march in “the Mothers’ March.”
It lists all our neighbors, that we should line up pledges.
One, of course, is Marguerite Habecker, who died; and it doesn’t include 2435 at all — which is to say, before and after 2435, but no 2435. (It also doesn’t have 2395: our neighbor to the north.)
For this, per usual, we got a deluge of preprinted return address labels, as if we haven’t already put March-of-Dimes address labels through our shredder, usually every week.
As I recall, March of Dimes was initiated in 1938 by president Franklin D. Roosevelt, who was paralyzed himself, and involved putting actual dimes in a slotted cardboard placard.
That was back when a dime was actually worth something. Woolworths was a five-and-dime.
Now even a dollar isn’t worth anything.
Go to the Dollar-Store and they want five to 10 dollars.
Maybe they should rename it the five-and-ten.
“Hey, lookit this,” AnMari says long ago at the mighty Mezz.
“First-class postage is goin’ up to 37¢. I remember when it was 7¢.”
“I remember when it was 3¢!” I responded.
Now it’s 41¢; soon to ratchet up yet again.

We live at 2403 State Route 65.

The “mighty Mezz” is the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper, from where I retired two years ago. Best job I ever had. “AnMari” Linardi was a photographer there during my tenure.