"One day in April, 1939, a man named Emerson Pickerell dropped an unopened letter in front of a stationer’s shop in Great Barrington, Massachusetts. He continued on his way unaware, not sensing he was leaving the unopened letter behind. A few minutes later he was struck by a city sanitation truck, which killed him. The envelope, bearing a return address in Rock Island, Illinois, was picked up by a man who stepped out onto the sidewalk a few moments later to see what the police sirens were all about. Instead of turning the envelope over to a mail carrier, he put it on display in the window of his shop. It sat there for a week before being claimed by an uncle of mine, a man named Robert Daniels."Read more: Literary Hub
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