There's some mystery surrounding those ubiquitous red envelopes that carry DVDs between your mailbox and Netflix. While I can't get a birthday card to Chicago in less than five days, somehow a skinny, coded packet hits the warehouse in time to ship my next movie the next afternoon. How? Christopher Borrelli decided to find out for the Chicago Tribune:
One imagines miles of pop ephemera between its brick-and-mortar walls — one imagines that limitless building from "Raiders of the Lost Ark," but with 15,000 copies of " Confessions of a Shopaholic."
The truth is stranger.
He delivers the full story at the Tribune's website.