By March 2007, we had the window clings produced, the recipient list built, the addresses scrubbed and cleaned, the letters mail-merged and printed, the envelopes stuffed and then sent out by the US Postal Service.
The halls are hallowed and cavernous, lined with framed photos showing many bewhiskered men, petticoated women and well-scrubbed children of the 19th century posing under the very overpass you just wandered through, or gazing out over the rolling, forested hills.