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Erin Yarnall, Editor
5:07 am CDT July 29, 2018

I’m always excited to get mail sent to me.

When I was a kid, I would run to the mailbox at my parents’ house as soon as the mail person drove off and would hurriedly scan through the letters, magazines, advertisements and packages to see if any were addressed to me.

I’m still the same way — especially at work. 

I love to get feedback from the residents of Highland Park, but I recently received a letter in the mail that broke my heart.