R.I.P. Mr. Mailbox #7

Well, as foreshadowed in my post of February 17th, 2006, the life of Mr. Mailbox #7 came to an end last weekend. As some of you might recall, just before the holidays, the truck that delivered my new laptop computer backed over our mailbox. I sensed that the delivery driver seemed somewhat embarrassed as he scooped the remains off the road – maybe not so much for knocking Mr. Mailbox down, as in worrying that some passerby might think that HE was the owner of the poor, rusted-out, old carcass that perhaps should have been consigned to the township dump many months ago.

For, as you can plainly see, Mr. Mailbox #7 wasn’t in very good health at the time of his demise. No, indeed he had been relying on life support, in the form of various bits and pieces of hammered-flat tomato juice cans and pop rivets, to hold him together. But, alas, all good things must come to an end, and being backed over by a delivery van was the final straw. Never one to abandon his post, with some assistance from me, Mr. Mailbox managed to dust himself off and limp onwards to do a couple of more weeks of service. However, it was clear to all who saw him, that time was running out. So, last Saturday morning, we stopped by the hardware store to look for his replacement. It turns out that Mr. Mailbox #8 looks rather like #7, but without the rust and scars. We even bought our protégé a new plastic water tub to support his post, as the previous tub had been almost utterly destroyed during the delivery truck incident.

Now, you might wonder why we would have allowed MM #7 to remain on duty long after he should have been laid to rest. I suppose the only explanation I can offer is that, based on the empirical wisdom gained through overseeing many changings-of-the-guard, we know that MM #8 will soon look so much like #7 that we might just as well have forestalled #7’s replacement until his complete and uncertain demise. And besides, we’re great believers in the 3 Rs… reduce, reuse, recycle. We don’t consign our mailboxes to the great dumpster in the sky until their time of duty is well and truly done.

R.I.P. Mr. Mailbox #7. Indeed, you served us well.


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6 Responses to “R.I.P. Mr. Mailbox #7”

  1. pablo Says:

    I agree wholeheartedly with your protracted employment of #7. I think #7 probably did too.

  2. Mark Says:

    Let MMB 7 be recycled into a new mailbox. Then he lives again. Maybe he’ll end up in a drier climate and have a longer life.

    That picture looks cold. We’re expected to have temps in the 70s by weekend.

  3. burning silo Says:

    pablo – I have a feeling #7 wanted to hang in for as long as he could.

    Mark – Mailboxes must surely have longer lives in other places. Up here, the road salt and the snow plows take their toll on lifespan. And yes, it was cold when I shot that photo this morning. We’re only up to 10F so far, with a sharp wind out of the NW. I just came in from hanging laundry on the clothesline. The t-shirts were beginning to get that crackly feeling before I even had time to get them pinned to the line. Today will be one of those “freeze-dried days” when the laundry comes in mostly dry but partially frozen. It will finish up the drying process on hangers on the shower curtain rod in the bathroom.

  4. Dave Says:

    Never one to abandon his post

  5. burning silo Says:

    Dave – Didn’t like that one, eh? (-:

  6. robin andrea Says:

    I hope you fill him with flowers and greens and bury him someplace beautiful, perhaps with a view of his old post. A lovely tribute to MMB#7.