I received some sweet postcards in the mail yesterday from my great-niece and great-nephew. It is still a joy to open my little box at the post office and see a letter or post card among the bills and advertisements. Yesterday I mailed a birthday card to my grandson. Tomorrow I plan to send a card to a friend. Even with the convenience of email and FB and other technology, I think there is a place in our life for real mail. So I shudder at the thought of the post office closing. I wonder why higher powers have not seen this coming and done more to prevent it. I wonder why they have not trimmed a little here and there, raised the cost of postage, cut back on employee benefits, and cut service by a day or two. A fifty cent stamp isn’t going to break anyone’s budget. Three-day service would be better than none at all. Laying off a few employees or cutting them to part-time would be better than closing the doors and dismissing all of them. Again…better brains than mine should have solved this problem long ago.
In our neck of the woods the post office is much more than a place to exchange mail. It’s the local gathering place for many residents. It’s the place for pleasant encounters with people you haven’t seen in a month of Sundays. It’s the place for hearing the latest news and gossip, especially for the elderly, who may or may not be “online” or in touch by phone. It’s not a coincidence that our town bulletin board is next to the post office!
Someone tell me how all of the problems of the post office can be resolved, because I want to keep getting snail mail…please.