We have left cookies in the mailbox for our mailman. We say mailman because he is indeed a man. His name is Bill. Finley has a keen understanding of the extra lengths he goes to to take care of us. Since moving to this a few years ago, she has noticed that Bill often drives down our long driveway to leave things on our stoop. “Can I bake the mailman cookies?” she asked the other day. “I don’t know if that is the best idea,” I said. “Too big a mess,” she asked. I laughed. “No, it’s more about the fact that people are super worried about germs and he may not want to eat food that we give him.” She…