You Might Live in the Mountains of North Carolina if ….

you see a mailbox like this on your morning walk.

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This being election time, would you like to vote for a label? Your choice is (1) hillbilly problem-solving or (2) lazy practicality.

Oh, you need more background? This mailbox is closest to a clapboard house with four vehicles parked on the grass and none in the detached garage. Their huge barbecue grill is on the front porch, and Christmas lights still outline the railing.

This mailbox is also across the road from the driveway of a neat brick house. There is a portable basketball hoop near the garage, and once in a while there is a white SUV parked there.

Have you chosen your answer? The mailbox, by the way, belongs to the brick home.

11 thoughts on “You Might Live in the Mountains of North Carolina if ….

  1. Well……I do have to give them points for practicality. However, to be really practical I am thinking they should invest in one of those bungee strap things and just wrap it all the way around. That way the box would be totally shut. Or, they could just fix the box hahahahaha. Is their last name McGuyver?

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  2. Funny, though I’ve seen some very expensive home with mailboxes that were falling apart and taped together or some that were just laying on the ground next to the post. Strange people.

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    1. Maybe our neighbors are not old enough to remember the times when the mailbox held all manner of exciting things. It was our portal to the outside world, since calling long distance was too expensive for young marrieds. We sent and received letters and gifts, and catalogs were things to look forward to. I’m addicted to email and blogville now, but I have a nostalgic fondness for the old mailbox.

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