Last night I had a dream. I receive in the mail a postcard addressed to a woman who does not live in my house. The woman lives in Washington State whereas I live in Washington, DC. It is addressed to the organization she represents in care of her. My attention is drawn to the name of her organization, “The Foundation of Pennies” which is similar in name to my website “Penny For My Thought.”
The next day again I receive another postcard addresses to the Foundation in care of this woman who I don’t know. Each card I receive gives me a small clue as to the nature of the business she represents. Over the next few days I continue receiving mail for this woman. In my curiosity to find out more about the Foundation and it’s similarity in name to mine, I decide to open her mail. Slowly but surely through the opened correspondences, I learn more about the woman without having ever met her. I learn that she is a lesbian who is an advocate for gay, lesbian and transgender issues. Some of her mail contains newspaper clippings with photographs of her at various events.
One day I receive a package that contains a video tape documentary which tells all about the work the woman is involved in for the Foundation. As I’m watching the documentary I hear a knock at the door. It is a special delivery addressed to this woman. I immediately sign for the package and in walks a little boy. This is her son. He is cute around the age of seven. Since he sees me watching his mom on television he settles in to my house without questioning where he has been sent or that he might have been sent to the wrong address. I think, now I’m really in trouble. How do I explain to the boy or any other authorities my behavior of having opened mail that does not belong to me? I’m sure it is a felony to do so. I want to keep the child along with all the mail I’ve already opened because I am fascinated by the life this woman leads. I’m worried that I would be accused of kidnapping the child even though he was rightfully delivered to my home. For a few days, I say nothing to the boy as he remains happily in my care.
Finally I decide to ask him about his mother. He tells me his mother’s name is Penny. I then tell him that he was delivered to the wrong address and I confess that I don’t personally know his mother. He then shows me the envelope that came with his delivery which he had maintained in his pants pocket. The envelope is sealed and addressed to me. In it are a collection of postage stamps and a letter signed by Penny. I now have the impression this was all done for a reason.
Date: 14th century
1: the act of founding
2: a basis (as a tenet, principle, or axiom) upon which something stands or is supported <the foundations of geometry> <the rumor is without foundation in fact>
3 a: funds given for the permanent support of an institution : endowment b: an organization or institution established by endowment with provision for future maintenance
4: an underlying base or support ; especially : the whole masonry substructure of a building
5 a: a body or ground upon which something is built up or overlaid b: a woman’s supporting undergarment : corset c: a cosmetic usually used as a base for makeup
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