Mailboxes are special. Wee me used to hover with anticipation, waiting impatiently for the mailbox to clatter shut. Even if no mail was for me, it was still exciting to see a stack of paper in the mailbox. When I did get mail, oh happy day! I still love to send and receive real letters that I can touch. Nothing can replace that.
Anything old is also sacred for me. Take this Kyoto mailbox. What does it tell me about the owners? Is it still in use? How old is it? When was it repaired? Isn’t it convenient that the owner has to merely slide open the door to get at the mail? They don’t even have to go outside! The name plate has fallen off and the box is wired to the stand. Is it ugly?
Do you think this home needs a new mailbox?