While visiting my grandparents in Cleveland last week, I found myself needing to mail a very important, date-sensitive package to an upcoming writer’s conference at Eckerd College. What ensued, in the midst of the ever-present Gerard household holiday hubbub, was a twenty-minute labyrinthine car search for a rapidly disappearing commodity: the blue mailbox.
I was sure there used to be one next to the Whole Foods. Wasn’t there one on the corner by Giant Eagle? Gone, both of them. But where did they go?
This article appears in Dec 2-8, 2009.
