When Jack Lund began hauling mail across Utah, Harry S. Truman was president of the United States, Utah had been a state for only about a half-century and the song “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer” was about to make its debut.
It was the summer of 1949, and Mr. Lund, then 21, read a newspaper ad for a new line of work: A trucking company was taking over the job of transporting mail from the railroad, and was hiring, he recalled.
“I hauled the first load of mail into Richfield, Utah, from Salt Lake City that came on a truck,” Mr. Lund said, referring to the city of about 7,500 in the central part of the state, where he lives.
It was a job he would do for nearly 70 years. Mr. Lund retired from hauling mail this month, a few days after his 91st birthday. And he seemed to have done it with a model record of service — at least as far as anyone around today can tell.
“Who else has been here 70 years?” said Wes Kirschner, the postmaster in Richfield.
“He’s just an old-school hard worker,” Mr. Kirschner said. “Always on time, just here to do his job, no excuses.”
Mr. Lund, who runs his own trucking company and has worked as a contractor and subcontractor for the Postal Service, was in charge of hauling mail between postal stations. He spent his days on the road, or supervising drivers who worked for him.
The role came with little public interaction, but those who worked with him said that his reliability and positive attitude stood out behind the scenes — so much so that, this week, the local post office threw him a retirement party complete with cake, a plaque and a letter of appreciation.
“You never failed to deliver the mail,” the letter from a regional manager said, according to a copy shared by the Postal Service. “Your tireless dedication in transporting the mail in a timely manner to and from Post Offices in Utah, despite severe mountain weather, vehicle breakdowns and other challenges is not only admirable, it’s inspiring.”
The Postal Service has long relied on contractors to help deliver the mail, from a stagecoach driver who carried mail between Portsmouth, N.H., and Boston in 1773, to the Pony Express riders of the 1800s, according to the agency.
Although Mr. Lund was not responsible for delivering mail door to door, he tried to follow the Postal Service’s unofficial motto, which says that “neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night” will keep the mail from being delivered.
“I’ve run through snow that was four feet deep,” Mr. Lund said in a phone interview.
Once, he said, he was stopped by a highway patrolman who told him a road was closed. “I said, ‘This is a U.S. Mail truck. You cannot stop it legally if there is a possible chance that it can get through,’” Mr. Lund recalled. “I bluffed him, I guess, because he let me go.”
He recalled one big snowstorm in the 1970s that shut down his route between Utah and Arizona for two days, and a few instances when a truck breakdown caused a short delay. “But other than that,” he said, “we’ve delivered the mail.”
In recent years, Mr. Lund’s work day started at about 5 p.m., when he picked up mail from the post office in Richfield and drove it about two hours north to Provo, where mail is processed and sent across the country. At 2:30 a.m., mail destined for Richfield and beyond was ready to be picked up, and he drove it back to his home post office.
“If it wasn’t for this guy, we wouldn’t ever get our mail in our post offices,” Mr. Kirschner said. “He is the one who gets it to us so we can do our jobs.”
Curtis Marsh, a former postmaster at the Richfield office who was Mr. Lund’s manager for more than 20 years, said Mr. Lund was the kind of employee who asked “Anything else I can do for you?” at the end of the day and worked through the busy Christmas season with a smile.
“You think of a person’s attitude when they come to work — we all have ups and downs — it was just always mind boggling to me that he always was up,” Mr. Marsh said.
As Mr. Lund grew older, he said he cut back to driving one or two nights a week, allowing other drivers for his company to pick up routes instead. But Mr. Lund, who said he had wanted to be a truck driver since he was 12, still wasn’t ready to give up those long miles on the road, where he passed the time by playing the harmonica, singing or listening to the radio.
“He actually likes to roll down the window and listen to the hum of his truck,” said his wife, Carolyn Lund, 65, who said she sometimes tagged along for the ride. “He loves and is so dedicated to trucking.”
The physical demands of the job eventually became too taxing. Mr. Lund turned 91 this month and drove his last run a few days later, he said.
With his retirement from that part of the job, his wife said she hoped that the two would be able to enjoy Utah, taking a “staycation” and visiting national parks. But she acknowledged that “when it comes to hobbies, his hobby is driving trucks.”
Mr. Lund plans to keep overseeing his trucking business for now, driving the trucks on short runs to get fuel and making sure the drivers are paid.
“It’s been a good career for me,” he said. “I haven’t made a lot of money, but I’ve made a comfortable living and it’s what I wanted to do all my life. I’ve been happy with it.”B:
“【呸】，【又】【兜】【回】【来】【了】。“【一】【身】【材】【矮】【小】，【脸】【型】【瘦】【削】【的】【中】【年】【男】【子】【手】【持】【电】【筒】，【扫】【过】【先】【前】【在】【树】【身】【上】【刻】【下】【的】【记】【号】，【顿】【时】【丧】【气】【地】【啐】【了】【一】【口】。 【站】【在】【他】【前】【面】【的】【女】【孩】【立】【马】【像】【见】【鬼】【一】【样】“【嗖】”【的】【避】【到】【一】【边】【去】，【继】【而】【一】【脸】【厌】【恶】【道】：“【张】【达】，【你】【能】【不】【能】【放】【干】【净】【点】？【还】【有】，【你】【没】【看】【见】【我】【就】【在】【旁】【边】【么】？【这】【是】【往】【哪】【吐】【呢】？！【脏】【死】【了】！【真】【是】【的】！” 【名】【叫】
【防】【盗】6 【管】【家】【一】【听】【林】【之】【然】【略】【带】【怀】【疑】【的】【话】【后】，【便】【有】【些】【不】【乐】【意】，【把】【书】【合】【上】，【然】【后】【挥】【了】【挥】，【厚】【厚】【的】【书】【籍】【顿】【时】【消】【失】【不】【见】。 “【哼】，【不】【识】【货】，【那】【本】【书】【记】【录】【的】【可】【比】【你】【想】【象】【的】【要】【全】【面】。【而】【且】【我】【们】【那】【个】【年】【代】，【地】【球】【上】【所】【有】【地】【方】【都】【被】【勘】【测】【了】。”【管】【家】【说】【到】【这】【里】【有】【些】【自】【豪】【的】【仰】【着】【头】。 “【哦】【豁】，【厉】【那】【实】【属】【厉】【害】，【所】【以】【麻】【烦】【给】【个】【建】【议】，【怎】【么】
【看】【得】【出】【来】，【白】【玉】【清】【说】【话】【的】【时】【候】，【非】【常】【的】【随】【意】，【但】【是】【眼】【神】【里】【面】，【则】【是】【冒】【着】【一】【朵】【朵】【的】【火】【花】。 【这】【是】【一】【个】【叫】【做】【周】【欣】【悦】【的】【女】【人】。 【方】【不】【悔】【认】【识】，【而】【且】【很】【熟】。 【当】【初】，【他】【到】【了】【横】【店】【之】【后】，【还】【差】【点】【跟】【对】【方】【冒】【出】【一】【点】【火】【花】【出】【来】。 【至】【于】【后】【来】？ 【后】【来】【就】【没】【有】【什】【么】【后】【来】【了】，【实】【际】【上】【他】【那】【段】【时】【间】，【无】【比】【的】【压】【抑】【自】【己】，【压】【抑】【自】【己】【对】【于】
【韦】【萧】【扔】【了】【手】【机】，【不】【想】【再】【去】【看】【夏】【萘】【的】【消】【息】，【拿】【起】【衣】【物】【径】【直】【去】【了】【浴】【室】。 【夏】【萘】【挂】【了】【电】【话】【之】【后】，【又】【给】【保】【安】【室】【那】【边】【打】【了】【电】【话】【确】【认】，【在】【知】【道】【齐】【诗】【雨】【后】【面】【又】【进】【了】506【时】，【这】【才】【放】【下】【心】【来】。 【保】【安】【往】【下】【一】【滑】，【后】【半】【段】【监】【控】【就】【出】【来】【了】，【道】：“【夏】【小】【姐】，506【号】【房】【门】【口】【还】【站】【着】【一】【个】【男】【人】。” “【男】【人】？”【夏】【萘】【心】【里】【一】【紧】，【追】【问】【道】：今晚六会彩开奖结果六q【经】【过】【几】【年】【的】【辛】【苦】，【蔡】【珅】【帮】【助】【陈】【太】【合】【建】【立】【的】【大】【周】【朝】，【基】【本】【上】【一】【统】【了】【整】【个】【府】【湖】【域】，【只】【是】【还】【剩】【下】【依】【然】“【自】【治】”【的】【吞】【山】【城】。 【恰】【好】【就】【是】【这】【座】【吞】【山】【城】，【再】【次】【出】【现】【了】【问】【题】，【没】【有】【被】【清】【剿】【干】【净】【的】【隐】【族】，【又】【一】【次】【的】“【兴】【风】【作】【浪】”，【将】【蔡】【珅】【这】【些】【出】【现】【在】【天】【弃】【洲】，【又】【不】【被】【环】【境】【影】【响】【的】【特】【点】，【汇】【报】【给】【了】【长】【期】【往】【来】【的】【魔】【道】“【毒】【宗】”。 【毒】【宗】【派】【来】
…… “【这】？” ***【震】，【露】【出】【了】【不】【可】【思】【议】【的】【神】【色】。【然】【后】【又】【冷】【笑】【了】【一】【声】【说】，“【切】，【这】【都】【已】【经】【是】【什】【么】【年】【代】【了】。【哪】【个】【还】【无】【聊】【到】【玩】【这】【个】【梗】？【无】【聊】！” 【不】【过】，【鬼】【使】【神】【差】【般】【的】，【在】【他】【即】【将】【选】【择】NO【的】【时】【候】，【还】【是】【点】【了】【个】YES。【反】【正】【选】【择】【了】YES，【也】【至】【多】【就】【是】【被】【捉】【弄】【一】【下】【而】【已】。 “【光】【明】【骑】【士】【养】【成】【系】【统】【已】【植】【入】，【任】【务】
【怪】【不】【得】【凤】【儿】【跑】【了】【回】【来】。 【原】【来】【后】【面】【竟】【然】【追】【着】【一】【大】【堆】【的】【是】【赤】【眼】【黑】【甲】，【只】【是】【目】【测】【边】【足】【足】【上】【万】！ “【捅】【马】【蜂】【窝】【了】……” 【秦】【逸】【第】【一】【个】【反】【应】【便】【是】【如】【此】。 【原】【来】【凤】【儿】【跟】【去】【的】【地】【方】，【正】【是】【一】【个】【大】【的】**，【让】【制】【造】【好】【的】【赤】【眼】【黑】【甲】【先】【在】【那】【里】【等】【候】，【达】【到】【一】【定】【数】【量】【时】，【在】【一】【并】【往】【其】【它】【地】【方】【去】。 “【不】【用】【躲】，【直】【接】【杀】！” 【秦】【逸】【说】