This one really got to me. It took me awhile to respond because I am feeling a bit emotional about the post office segment you wrote. If your newsletter is an analog to Futurama then this edition was the Jurassic Bark episode, a change in tone that is profoundly sad and yet empathetic. I grew up with a post office box as well and home ownership has reduced my current box to business only in another town that I pass through once a week. The post office is a part of my identity. I had the very same clandestine po box in college, in this case to scoop up promos for the station that the governing board would never approve. The BS us MDs had to go thru just to play some music on the air. I never worked in a record store, my domain was mail order. I knew everything about the post office, the personalities who worked there, and just how many famous musicians worked for the post office as their day gig. I visited the post office in Burbank everyday for almost 7 years of my life, sometimes twice a day. Me and the PO were homies. After that, I had a promo po box of my own for nearly 20 yrs. Closing that signified the days of receiving promos by mail were over. Now it's all business these days, but I know all my postal workers by name, just like every place I've lived. I still spend a lot of time there. I am depressed by the state of our mail since June, it's decimating all kinds of businesses and people's lives. It's a bitter pill to swallow and feels personal sometimes, like a favorite uncle is dying of painful cancer. I really appreciating you for writing about the post office capturing feelings I have been struggling to express and in such an eloquent and engaging way.
This one really got to me. It took me awhile to respond because I am feeling a bit emotional about the post office segment you wrote. If your newsletter is an analog to Futurama then this edition was the Jurassic Bark episode, a change in tone that is profoundly sad and yet empathetic. I grew up with a post office box as well and home ownership has reduced my current box to business only in another town that I pass through once a week. The post office is a part of my identity. I had the very same clandestine po box in college, in this case to scoop up promos for the station that the governing board would never approve. The BS us MDs had to go thru just to play some music on the air. I never worked in a record store, my domain was mail order. I knew everything about the post office, the personalities who worked there, and just how many famous musicians worked for the post office as their day gig. I visited the post office in Burbank everyday for almost 7 years of my life, sometimes twice a day. Me and the PO were homies. After that, I had a promo po box of my own for nearly 20 yrs. Closing that signified the days of receiving promos by mail were over. Now it's all business these days, but I know all my postal workers by name, just like every place I've lived. I still spend a lot of time there. I am depressed by the state of our mail since June, it's decimating all kinds of businesses and people's lives. It's a bitter pill to swallow and feels personal sometimes, like a favorite uncle is dying of painful cancer. I really appreciating you for writing about the post office capturing feelings I have been struggling to express and in such an eloquent and engaging way.