Rain nor Snow nor Sleet or Whatever
We have a community mailbox that's around the corner and down at the end of the other arm of our crescent. Some people find this really annoying because they grew up with to-the-door mail service, but I grew up in a little town where the post office was about a five-minute walk, so it doesn't really bother me. I do really dislike (and Eve was incensed by) the weird makeover they gave our bank of mailboxes a few years ago, where they made each individual box wider and much less tall, and the mail slot is halfway down the bank instead of at the top and much narrower. Maybe people were stuffing inappropriately big stuff in the mail slot? I don't think I have a pic of the old one because it was pre-cell-phone. Anyway. When the kids were little, it was part of our routine to walk to the mailbox, in a long, meandering, staring-into-puddles and picking-up-sticks-and-acorns fashion. At some point they realized that sometimes fun stuff came in the mail. I had to temper their expecta...