|This mailbox belows to a good friend of mine, and her cat|
Galley, of course. I think he's waiting for the Petsmart sales.
During the summer my mom would take us to visit him on his route. We'd deliver a cold Pepsi to him or eat lunch with him. He was one of the hardest working men I know. My dad was approached several times for management but he always declined, as he preferred being outside during the day.
Back then, the mail was important and not just for the bills one received. We would get letters from my aunt Jeanette (I still look forward to her Christmas letter). When I was young, I had a pen pal in Sri Lanka and we used to exchange letters. It was the highlight of my day when I received a letter from her, with the most unique stamps and official-looking postal messages. When I traveled, it was a requirement that I send post cards with highlights from the trip. It didn't matter that I usually returned home before the post cards did.
With e-mail and texting, communication has changed. I'm not as excited to open the mailbox because there are usually only bills, sales circulars and the occasional misplaced envelope for our neighbor. Even some of our bills are now coming through e-mail, although I still prefer the physical bill - it seems more real somehow.
What are your memories of the U.S. Postal Service? Do you know your mailman's name? I think I'll ask him or her the next time I see them.