"You need a list," his neighbor, Mrs. Gable, shouted while watering her petunias. "The Post Office. They know where everyone lives, Arthur. Even the ones who don't want to be found."
Four days later, the "For Rent" sign was gone. In its place was a "Sold Out" notice. Arthur sat on his porch, watching the mail carrier—the same one who had delivered his postcards—walk up the path. buy mailing list from usps
"You could say you've been a great middleman," Arthur grinned. "You need a list," his neighbor, Mrs