Those of you familiar with my song "PO Box 7" might be interested to hear that, as of earlier this month, my once lucky post office box is now a 10" x 4" x 16" metal receptacle for dust. Unbelievably, Dunn Center's post office has been suspended!"P-O-Box-triple-O-sevenMy p.o. box from heavenSmaller than a bread box, bigger than a cabbageEvery single day I get at least one packageFrom deejays on Ebay, emcees on AmazonEverybody loves me, I'm bigger than Barry BondsAnd letters they send me--so friendly and funnyWhy get a job when I can make so much moneyJust walkin' to the post office, and turnin' the keyTriple-O-seven is the box to be . . ."(Third verse from "PO Box 7")
Just when Dunn Center's dwindling population has triumphantly turned around due to an enormous oil boom, it has been decided that a post office probably isn't worth the cost and/or hassle to hold on to.
In sum, PO Box 7 is no more.
In other news, in spite of the raging blizzard outside my door, life is good!
3 comments:
well dang! i hope you are able to stay connected via these electronic mails and http://'s and @'s and www.'s and .com's.
but this news isn't fun! boo. no random things to be physically discovered as you run errands.
Wow, what a metaphor for everything, huh. Can't believe it's gone!
this is messed up. cant they just cut the hours? it stinks!
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