October 02, 2004

10. The Post Office.

Here's the front door to our post office. The first time I went to pick up the mail, I was greeted with: "So you're David Miller." Yesterday I received a package with only my name, town, state and zip code for the address. Below is a picture of the old post office. I had to squat to fit inside. I don't really understand how it functioned as a post office since it is only a little bigger than two large boxes. I was with a couple of kids who were taking me on a tour of the village the first time I saw it. At the time, I thought they were pulling my leg. But when they took me inside, I saw a little counter that connects to the wall with chicken wire mesh separating the "employee only” area from the customer area.


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