So how was your Super Bowl weekend?

Did your team win?

Lose?

Do you have a team?

We saw a great team in action this past weekend in Greenbank.

Last Saturday’s retirement party at the Greenbank Club House for Greenbank Postmaster Roxy Etherton certainly pinned this local’s fun meter.

Thanks to Andrea and Bob Gauthier and Carolyn and Jerry Mercer and the many other fun folks from 98253, Roxy fans from 98249, 98260, 98239, 98277 and 98236 were fed and led through mirth, music and memories.

FYI, Roxy is no stranger to going postal.

Roxy’s postal career began in Bellevue in 1977 when she was probably about 9 years old.

If you know Roxy, you’d swear that she was just running back from fourth-grade recess.

Maybe Roxy’s youthfulness has simply continued from those special times hanging with her grandparents in Idaho, in a community where the postmaster also delivered the mail.

But maybe not like Roxy did last December when the freezing, icy weather was treacherous.

Postmaster Roxy helped deliver the mail sans her already frozen socks while barefoot, using white plastic tubs as her snow shoes.

Can’t you see your carrier cruising barefoot across your driveway in those “For Official Use Only” mail containers?

As Roxy will tell you, she took an oath 17 years ago.

Through rain and sleet, Roxy, The Official Icicle.

Roxy’s party included songs performed perfectly by siblings Vern and Karl Olsen, our own Smothers Brothers, adapting Fats Waller’s 1935 hit “I’m Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter,” serenading Roxy with, “and send that letter home through you.”

Jerry Mercer’s huge white homemade mailbox, gifted to Roxy, was plenty of room to house the many attendees’ postage-free salutations.

A classy, part-parchment, part-postcard journal was also available to facilitate more musings of appreciation.

A personal tip of my zip code hat to the artist who sliced the raw carrots like Skilcraft-sized government ballpoint pens.

The ones next to the green mystery dip.

Delicious!

I try always to get to the dip first to hang at any gathering.

The law of attraction in action, dip to dip.

And, like the Lone Ranger, I try to leave these gatherings of teamwork before the clean-up.

Since single-handedly cleaning our barracks laundry room and head during Super Bowl Sunday back at Camp Pendleton in 1971, when Johnny Unitas and the Colts beat the Cowboys 16-13, I’m finished with group cleaning.

Much thanks to all who had the courtesy to stay.

Speaking of courtesies, an advance thanks to Sandy Whiting and Bayview Corner’s Open Gallery for teamworking this Friday’s “Arts, Hearts & Hammers Reception and Auction” from 5:30 to 8:30 p.m.

Stop by to share some fun and chocolate strawberries with yours truly, some incredible artists and their amazing array of expression which will benefit Hearts & Hammers, one of the greatest teams of all!

Let’s share them some money!

Let’s have some funny.

Sure hope to see you there.