I remember the simpler times. We would watch from the house as the mailman pulled up to our country mailbox located at the end of our driveway. Then a battle would begin between we siblings about whose turn it was to get the mail. Actually the end result usually turned into a race to see who could arrive at the rusty old metal box first. The winner was awarded the honor of ripping open the metal door revealing the days…..
It was an emotional time when the decision was made to replace our aging mailbox. You see it came to us in a very special way. I forget how many years but it must have been fifteen or twenty years ago that a speeding snowplow smashed into our original mailbox and hurled it bent and broken into the snow- filled ditch. I saw the wreckage as I was on my way to work one morning and muttered, “Another job for…..