"Did you see THAT? There were seven turkeys standing in that guy's driveway!"
"No. I have to watch the road here because I'M DRIVING! There's that sharp curve coming up."
We went on about our business. On the way back, I told him to look and and see if the turkeys were still there. It's not a section of road where I can take my attention away to turn my head 90 degrees. But I noticed something else, right at the edge of the road.
"HEY! Where's that guy's mailbox?"
It's the one made entirely of brick. From the bottom to the arched, pizza-oven-like top that houses the mailbox. Except that somebody had shattered his curved brick roof a while back and the top had been replaced by a couple of heavy rectangular flat stones, all mortared in, still impressive. But now there was NOTHING. Not a brick to be seen. Not knocked down, not shattered and scattered, nothing. It was as if that mailbox never existed. In fact, there was no receptacle at all to receive mail.
It kind of looked like this, ony taller, with no house behind it, no curb, just a long driveway and woods.
Later last night, I asked Hick about it. "Hey, what happened to your buddy's mailbox? The fancy brick one, going down the hill?"
"My buddy don't live there no more. He and his wife got a divorce, and he had to sell the house. Some school guy lives there now. A principal or something."
THAT'S what happened to that mailbox.
So, one of them took the mailbox with them?
ReplyDeleteVery strange...
Oh, dear. You, Madam, are not from the country. Life south of Lindbergh mystifies you. Your gills are flapping for watered-down oxygen like Val-the-Fish would be the first reeled in from an urban lake for thinking that the fishermen were feeding her snacks out of the kindness of their hearts.
DeleteMore likely, the students figured out the principal had moved in there, went on a joyride with not just baseball bats, but a bull bar for pushing, and crushed that mailbox to smithereens. Because that's what they do here.
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If he had my ex-wife's lawyer he's lucky if he got the mailbox.
ReplyDeleteIf he could have held out a little longer, he would have had his Thanksgivings covered for seven years.
DeleteThat doesn't sound like much of an explanation ... Maybe the school guy doesn't want anyone to know where he lives so parents can't come to his door and complain about their kids getting poor grades? I know SD chose to work in the next town so he doesn't continually bump into kids he works with (we still seem to quite a lot though).
ReplyDeleteA plausible scenario. The principal could have taken it down himself, to better disguise where he lives. It doesn't really pay to be a small-town celebrity famous for working down at the schoolhouse. Not as much fun as Cheers, where everybody knows your name.
DeleteI know a principal who received a summer membership to a pool as a gift from her students. She tossed it in a drawer and never used it. That I can almost understand, but the disappearing mailbox I cannot. maybe the school dude has a PO box at the dead mouse smelling post office.
ReplyDeleteYep. You don't mix business with pleasure.
DeleteQuite possible the school dude has a PO box at Deceased Rodent Central. The Pony said the concrete slab where the mailbox had been was broken in the middle, with rebar twisted and sticking up. No that he knew the word REBAR, of course.