Here’s Paul, he comes most days for a chickpea fritter. That letter in his hand? It’s addressed to Clover. It was delivered to his dorm (McGregor House) at MIT.
We thought this was great. It’s pretty amazing that Paul saw the letter, knew us, and brought it over. But I can’t even begin to imagine how it happened. Any ideas? Is McGregor House even near the street where our truck is parked?