After more than thirty years here, I pretty much consider myself a New Yorker. Some months ago I moved into a new building - and am now on the 20th floor of a Manhattan high rise. Before this, I've lived in similar buildings in the city. Every year at this time, I get a card in my mailbox. It bears no postage, nor any address on it. On its face is a cheerful wintry scene: snow covered trees lining a winding driveway that leads to a charming red house. Most prominent, at the foot of the drive, is a large mailbox, complete with cheerful bird astride it.
Printed on the back:
And The Best of
Wishes for a Joyous
Your Mail Carrier
And then the name of a person, rubber stamped.
Since I am relatively new to the building, I have never seen the person bearing that name. Still, I dutifully put $25.00 into a Cheery Holiday Money envelope, and put it into my mailbox, with his name on its face.
It is of course illegal for me to tip a mailman, just as it is illegal for him to solicit, or accept, one.
(I'd rather leave a tip for memeorandum)