Rick the Mailman

I was just reminded of the nicest story....
When I was a kid, we had a mailman named Rick. He probably had the same mail route for 20 years. He was the nicest guy. When we were kids and we were out watering the garden on hot summer days, Rick would come up and drink out of our hose to cool down. He knew all our names. If he knew when your birthday was, he'd drop off a birthday card for you with the mail. My mom always gave him a bottle of booze at Christmas every year, in case she missed him when he was delivering, she'd leave it in a gift bag in the mailbox for him to find when he made his delivery.
When I was 11 or 12, Rick and his wife won the lottery and he retired. But every so often he would come back and walk his route just to say hi to whoever happened to be out when he was around. I miss that.