There aren't many people who can say they've worked a job for half a century, but we're lucky to say we know at least one: David Kilgore, aka "Poopsie," our amazing postman here in downtown Chattanooga. Last Friday marked his official first day of retirement. I was fortunate enough that I could see David virtually every day, because he has delivered mail at my home and work for the past 7 years. He's one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. He's a kind southern gentleman with a soft voice and pleasant demeanor. Despite the rain, sweltering heat, or snow, he always wears a smile on his face. I've never seen him unhappy.
David has shared his joys with me, showing pictures on his phone of a trip he's taken, his first grandson, or his dog. When our baby was born, he was thoughtful enough to send a card and gift. And whenever I take a trip home to see my family, David reminds me to "tell my sisters hello," whom he has met on a couple of occasions.
So what's the story behind Poopsie? There was one day when another postman delivered mail for David. On his way out, the hair stylist said, "Well, aren't you going to say good-bye, Poopsie?" When the man turned she was surprised to see it wasn't him. She exclaimed, "Oh, you're not the usual guy!". The postman took that story back to the post office, and they've been using that name ever since. When I asked how long he had that nickname, he said, "It's probably been about 47 years!"
Before working as a postman, David spent several years in the military. It was only fitting that his last day took place on Armed Forces Day. He also has a large navy sword he is particularly proud of, which he has promised to show us sometime.
We asked David about his plans post retirement. He smiled. "Canoe, fish, hunt, kayak ... clean my guns."
We hope to see you again soon, David! Congratulations on 50 years with the USPS.