As I peruse the contents of my mailbox, I’m faced with just another sorry pile of flyers from local businesses. Gone are the days of looking with anticipation for a possible letter or card from someone I haven’t heard from in a while.
Is it inevitable that as we age we think back wistfully to the things that are disappearing? Lots has already been written about the changing ways we communicate with each other due to the prevalence of social media, so I’m not going to travel down that road.
However, in my real travels up and down country roads while hiking, I couldn’t help but notice the unusual mailboxes that often pop up … symbols of connectivity to the outside world from an often isolated place far away from any urban area.
Are personal mailboxes posed to become one more thing that faces redundancy?
Mailboxes with personality that appear to reflect the interests of the home owner …
…. or a reflection of the environment …
Either way, they bring a smile to my face when I encounter one that stands out from the crowd.
…. because this is something I like … a symbol of people connecting with people.