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?
