Walking mindfully to the post office this morning with packages to scatter slowly around the world, I made a mental note to buy biscuits for the crippled man holed up on the corner of Parikrama and Bhaktivendanta Marg.
The post office was closed today.I ask, and after some stammering, an attempt at an unfamiliar name, I was told it was a nation wide holiday in honor of some past president with a name something like Umberto
