Late Night Offering to the Mail Gods
At 10:45 p.m. on Tax Day, Mary McDonald stood at a desk at the James A. Farley Post Office Building on 31st Street and frowned through red acrylic glasses at her mounting pile of envelopes. Each was addressed in the same looping cursive: ‘Department of the Treasury.’ “I wasn’t sure where to post these, but one of these policemen showed me,” she said, gesturing behind her to one of the men in uniform. “Very convenient.” McDonald was one of many stragglers across the country descending on the post offices open late on Tuesday night to make sure their tax returns were post marked