Andrea Meyers

During my freshman year in college (1984), I came home for Thanksgiving and gratefully enjoyed all our traditional family fare, including my mother's fantastic apple and pumpkin pies. When it was time to leave, Mom put togethera plate with pie leftovers, covered it in tin foil, and set it out for me to take back to the dorm. In a hurry, I left without it and remembered when Dad and I were about 90 minutes away from home. Oh well, I thought, no leftover pie for my roommate and me. Undaunted, my mother carefully boxed it up and took it to the nearest post office and asked if she could ship it to me. "You want to ship a pie?" the incredulous postal worker asked.  Read more >