special people

SeaIsland-FirstClassPostage

Who knew? We’ve got some snotty residents on St. Simons Island who collect their mail at the Sea Island Post Office so they can pretend they live where they don’t. Now they’ve been discombobulated by the armed guards at the gates and collecting their mail has proved an inconvenience. Not to worry. The Sea Island Acquisitions people will just move the P. O. out of their exclusive enclave and give it a new home on St. Simons while they continue to pretend that the Sea Island Road is as exclusive as that cesspool on the dunes known as Sea Island. The patrons will even get to continue to use their special zip code so they won’t have to be identified with the hoi poloi on the main island.

Jim Gilbert, the local lobbyist and legal flack, thinks it will be

a real advantage to the north end of St. Simons Island.

i.e.– people who take care of business for only four hours a day, from nine to one, so the rest of the day is free for golf and tennis and, of course, breakfast, dinner and lunch.

And, since it will be similarly inconvenient for them to wait for a left-turn light, there will have to be a round-about at the intersection of Frederica and the Sea Island Road. Not a minute must be wasted by people busy being exclusive.

Exclusion, shutting other people out, it’s such a cost-free salve to the fragile ego of special people! If they can’t privatize the P.O., at least they can relocate it into a private shopping mall. Who knew that the antagonist of privacy is the public; that privacy is wherever the public is not allowed?

That the public is the guarantor of privacy seems not to have sunk in.

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Monica Smith

Monica Smith writes Hannah's Blog. Born in Germany, she came to the United States as a child, living first in California, then after an interval in Chile, in New York. Married to a retired professor at the University of Florida, where she lived for 17 years, she moved to St. Simons Island, Georgia, in 1993 and now divides her time between Georgia and New Hampshire. (New Hampshire, she says, is always interesting during a presidential election.) She and her husband have three children and five grandchildren. Ms. Smith says she "learned long ago that I am not a good team player when I got hired at the Library of Congress, fresh out of college with a degree in political science and proficiency in four foreign languages, to 'edit' library cards and informed my supervisor that if she was going to insist I punch the clock exactly on time, my productivity was going to fall from being the highest to being the same as everyone else's. The supervisor opted to assign me to another building where there was no time-clock. After I had the first of our three children, I decided a paycheck wasn't worth the hassle."