I guess we don't need you to get mail. A little home for a letter. A bus station. A safe place for meaning. For awhile at my home in Ames, Iowa, we used a crab cage as a mailbox. This left the mail vulnerable, looking like some delicious advertisements and bills and postcards had arrived from the trenches of the ocean. We do dig something up when we read a piece of mail. Associations, that's the real eating of it, do you know what I mean? Do you have a mailbox? What color is it? What day is your favorite day for mail?
Letter Gap, West Virginia. The mail was deliverd Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Other days you could walk down to the post office and see if they had anything. The building is still there, just this side of Grass Run, but it's no longer a post office.
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