Post Office

I don't go to the post office much. Occasionally to get stamps. Once a year to do my civic duty of mailing my taxes. Mailing our Christmas cards.

So when we received a notice in our mailbox that a certified letter was waiting for us at the post office on Mary, I headed up there, and it triggered a memory of the last time I was there. In fact, I have a picture of that, which I'd snapped while waiting for the tow truck to arrive.



This was about five years ago. For the sake of symmetry, I snapped another shot this weekend, from roughly the same place.