Summer Stories: Mailbox

One of the best stories from this summer has to do with our mailbox. That's right. The mailbox.

We were awakened one night shortly after we had gone to sleep by a knock on our door. We had no idea who would be at our door at almost midnight, so David headed to the front door with the baseball bat. I followed a couple of minutes later to find out what was going on and was greeted with 2 or 3 police cars, a fire engine, an ambulance, and all of our neighbors.

After the shock of all the lights and people (you'd think we were movie stars except the lights were red and blue, not camera flashes, and the people weren't as interested in us as the fire engine), we found out that our mailbox had been blown up. Someone had heard the big explosion, thought they had seen smoke coming from our front door, and called 911.

This was a couple of weeks after July 4th, so we're guessing that some kids had some leftover fireworks. Or our mailman got tired of trying, and not succeeding, to shut the door of our pathetic old mailbox. But hey, we're renting right now and we weren't that invested in this house to buy a new mailbox (we did, however, buy a flag to put on the mailbox after we moved in. Yeah, it didn't have a flag...).

You know, there are lots of reasons you want to talk to and see your neighbors, but it's usually not at almost midnight when all the emergency vehicles are in front of your house...

On the upside, we got a new mailbox that actually closes :)