Last evening, we had dinner at a local Japanese restaurant, dining with four good friends as we do periodically around town at various restaurants. In this case, the Cheese Rangoons were amazing as were the Hibachi Steak with Noodles and the Hawaiian Roll (Shrimp tempura and cucumber inside, top w. spicy crab),

Today’s post is an encore post originally posted on October 6, 2024

Once we finished our meal and great conversation, we learned that one of our friends got a great price on a well maintained 2003 limousine, which he and his wife kindly offered to give us all a ride about town in before we all parted for the evening.

Once back in the parking lot, we jumped out of the limo and climbed back into our own vehicle for the short ride home.

As we turned down our own street, we were greeted by dirt strewn across our driveway with clumps of sod lying there as well and the remains of our mailbox on the other side of the driveway, left is pieces, with the hand painted mailbox itself bent and crunched beyond repair.

Over the twenty years or so we’ve lived here, we’ve had our mailbox taken out I believe three times, by either drunk people or someone focusing more on their phone than the road. The last time this happened, the individual left a note with their number and respectfully reimbursed us via Venmo for the cost of buying a new pole to get in the ground.

The road on our cul-de-sac curves slightly as it comes to our home, so you have to turn with it, but oftentimes when this happens the person continues straight, pops onto the curb and onto our lawn on a direct collision course with our mailbox. One time (I think it was the drunk), they took out our mailbox, a no-parking sign, and then our neighbor’s mailbox too.

Now I truly understand that accidents happen, but the feeling I get when someone simply leaves the mess (and the cost) behind is frustration and a lack of faith in the basic decency of my fellow citizens.

Needless to say, we grabbed the broom from the garage, and swept up their mess, dug a small indention just south of the gaping hole in the ground where our mailbox had originally stood strong, and placed a super-heavy and large rock/boulder in the indention. Anyone coming off the main road now will have their vehicle meet the boulder before it takes out our mailbox.

Next, after breakfast, we’ll run by Lowe’s and pick up a new mailbox and wood post and reset it back so we have a place for our postman to deliver the mail tomorrow.

In closing, thank you for being my inexpensive therapist for the day, and may you have a great week!