Insurance agent David Conn received a postcard recently in his Hudson, Ohio, post office box: "Greetings from Montana."
The card said Fran and Polly were enjoying their cross-country train ride and had fed deer somewhere along the way.
That was all nice, and a little curious for several reasons: One, Conn didn't know anyone named Fran or Polly; two, the card was addressed to a different name at his P.O. box; and three, it had been mailed in 1962. Read full article »