Tag: Marcus

A letter came to my house the other day, but it wasn’t addressed to me. It was for a 12-year-old boy named Marcus.

No return address and stamped at a post office two states away. Hmmm.

“Hey, Marcus, you got some mail!” I yelled from my office.

“Me? Who’s it from?” he asked as he ambled into the room.

“No idea. Open it.”

As he ... Read More