Magic of Mail

Post offices are magical places. When we walk in we only get a glimps of what really happens there. A small room with one maybe two people standing behind it; some customers wait patiently and others frantically fill out paper work.

About 3-4 times a year I get to enter the "other" side of the post office. At the Lizzadro Museum we send out seasonal newsletters and I get to go pick up the mailing bins to do that. I always feel like Mr. Rogers when I do :)




This picture doesn't do it justice.

There is a secret basement that leads to the underworld. Next season I will go there...

"so jus' chill, 'til the next episode..."-Dr. Dre




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