The mailboxes at my building don't seem like much at first sight. Rusty gold, with a large bulletin board standing guard, and two out of date garage band announcements tacked on it's face. Pretty ordinary.
On TV shows likes Sex and the City, (sorry for the constant reference, readers!) people living on 5th Avenue have their mailboxes tucked away in another little room which they can nip into as they head up to their fabulous apartment on the top floor.
I realized long ago that I don't live in sitcom land.
The pavement is hot and crack beneath my mailbox, and usually there are puddles of some sort of unidentifiable goo scattered here and there. But this area at the sunshine apartments has its charms.
It looks old and has character.
Mmmm....Jack Kerouac would have totally gotten his mail here. Dorthy Parker maybe. Jane Austen would have stayed away though ;)
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