Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Out With The Old
Happens from time to time. We live outside of town. Vandals hit mailboxes like frogs eat flies. It's a fact of life and as long as it doesn't happen on a regular basis (for some neighbors it does), I can live with it. It used to make me mad, but it's out of my control. They can strike at will and there's nothing I can do about it. My approach is to put up the cheapest box I can find to reduce my costs. I may try to straighten this one out as a backup, but the lid and flag and body are all bent. It may be a junker. I'm still pondering the significance of February (see sketch dialog).