The Mail Chick

A female acquaintance of mine is a mailman. Or mailwoman. Maybe letter carrier is the current word of choice. Anyhow, neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

Vicious dogs to the contrary notwithstanding.

I noticed a comely, relatively small, woman interviewing burly, relatively large football players after a game the other day. I don’t know if there are many female reporters in the profession, but I’ve heard color commentators on radio baseball coverage.

Women in broadcast engineering are a rare breed, but occasionally you will see one working on a transmitter or an audio console – much to the surprise of visitors.

We have had our doubts as to whether a woman can be president of these United States. Ask anyone and they can line up the reasons, the same reasons, quickly. Tell that to the citizens of all the countries where women have been leaders and they will probably look at you with a “huh??” expression on their faces.

My church confidently assures us that women can’t be leaders due to laws somehow having been handed down directly by God. Maybe so; maybe not. We’ll never know because, while we’ve found it’s really not so, we can’t question the guys' decision. Some day, maybe…