a happy home for amber

Once a week I check my lobby mailbox.

And the only reason I do it even that often is to remove the four magazines I subscribe to: EW, People, NY Magazine, and Consumer Reports.

I do all my bills online, and the same is true for any correspondence

I rarely write checks.

But I still receive a bit of actual mail.

Catalogs I never requested.

Alumni newsletters and magazines.

And flyers about things I don't care about.

I know that some mail and solicitations I get may be related to other interests I've shown or purchases I've made.

A new catalog, for instance, that sells similar items to another retailer I've used.

Or insurance companies looking to sell me a new plan. Or even protect the car I don't own.

Or a new restaurant opening in the area (though haven't seen many of those these days).

But recently I received something odd in the mail.

It's not in a generic envelope addressed to current resident.

Nope. 

It's addressed directly to me. 

Correct spelling and apartment number. Even used the extra 4-digits in the zip code.

It's a charity request for a most unusual cause.

Makes me wonder.

Of all the lists I do get on, how did I ever get on this one?