Arthur stared at the "For Rent" sign in his window, then at his stack of artisanal, hand-pressed birdhouses. They were beautiful, sturdy, and entirely invisible to the world.
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 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." Arthur stared at the "For Rent" sign in
He designed a postcard featuring his best cedar-roofed feeder. For the price of a few fancy lattes, he paid the USPS to drop his flyer into 2,500 specific mailboxes. No stamps, no envelopes, no handwriting 'Current Resident' until his fingers cramped. In its place was a "Sold Out" notice
"You could say you've been a great middleman," Arthur grinned.