Tom

Every year we get a Christmas card from our super, Tom, and we give him a few bucks. He is the self-proclaimed "Mayor of the Block."

I see him outside every morning. Every time he sees me walking to work instead of riding he says, "No bike today?" and cackles hysterically.

He is the strangest person; I can't even explain. It is impossible.

Nothing on the envelope, just "2 F 69" (we live in apartment 2 at 69 Sutton Street):



Nice card:



He has forgotten our names apparently:



But we know he loves us!