From the Rose Law Group Reporter Growlery
(growlery (archaic) a place to retreat to, alone, when ill-humored)
By Phil Riske, managing editor
The late U.S. Senator Gale McGee, for whom I worked in Washington, was chairman of the then- Senate Post Office Committee.
Today, he’s turning over in his grave.
Without notice, the post office for my subdivision installed new mailboxes, which must have been done under the cloak of darkness.
When my wife tried to retrieve the mail today, the key didn’t work. The locks had been changed.
The post office branch finally answered the phone after the 30th ring and advised us to check outside our front door.
There we found a very small envelope that had probably been tossed from the sidewalk like a newspaper. It easily could gone unseen or have been blown away by the wind. The scribbling on it was almost indecipherable. It contained three new keys, and once we figured out the numbering on the bank of new boxes, we got our mail.
We can put men on the moon, make spinal discs with 3-D printers and turn apples into smart phones. Why then, when the postal service thinks outside the box, doesn’t it include the key?
