Our mailbox, standing at the head of the driveway, beckoned us six days a week to empty the newspapers, magazines, cards, letters, bills, packages, and catalogs delivered by our rural route mailman. He would arrive each day about the same time in a cloud of gravel road dust, lean across his car seat to insert our mail of the day, and roar off again to the next box a half mile down the road. This one looks very much like the one I remember,only ours had several bullet holes from someone's target practice. Cream cans made common anchors for the boxes.
Saturday, April 09, 2011
RFD
Our mailbox, standing at the head of the driveway, beckoned us six days a week to empty the newspapers, magazines, cards, letters, bills, packages, and catalogs delivered by our rural route mailman. He would arrive each day about the same time in a cloud of gravel road dust, lean across his car seat to insert our mail of the day, and roar off again to the next box a half mile down the road. This one looks very much like the one I remember,only ours had several bullet holes from someone's target practice. Cream cans made common anchors for the boxes.
