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I suppose the way you feel about Post Offices has to do with your own experience. Spend enough time shuffling in the line, only to be dealt the standard stony indifference when you burden the clerk with a request, and you’ll shed no tears when they’re all replaced by private enterprises. Leaving aside the difference between a large enterprise run by government and one run by business - a discussion, after all, that has absolutely no relevance to current events (cough) - there’s something about the neighborhood post office that can’t be replaced by a Mailboxes R Us.
It’s an intangible thing, perhaps. When I was a kid I’d go to the Post Office with my dad to get the mail from his box. It was a somber marble building, built in the Classical style, as vast as the Baths of Caracalla. I was fascinated by the rows and rows of boxes, each with the number written in gold leaf on pebbled glass. All that mail. The Post Office was part of the civic landscape in which adults moved with ease and confidence, like the bank. They were hushed places, full of purpose, with the faint blue tang of cigarettes. You behaved.
Fargo got a new post office in the 70s, a ghastly structure which swapped the columned majesty of its predecessor for the charm of a modern office lobby. Pity we didn’t get one in the 30s. Minneapolis’ main post office is a masterpiece of Depression Moderne, and a man feels like he’s entered Midas’ storehouse when he enters.
The smaller post offices lack these characteristics, of course, but they’re still connected to the Solemn Trust of Mail. At least if you’re middle-aged. I don’t look forward to the mail anymore; nothing good ever comes of it. If my daughter sent away for anything, she asks if Amazon came today, not the mail. (She grew up with overnight delivery; the idea of waiting six to eight weeks for something is absurd. Should have been absurd for me too - took less time to get to the moon - but we’d been trained to accept that as the length of time it took to get a cereal premium, just as we accepted “handling” as a legitimate additional cost.) But if the local post office closed, it would be as if a road out of town had been torn up and blocked off.
Absurd, I know. This isn’t some small dying hamlet that’s lost its bank and store and bar, where the revocation of a postmark is like the government stamping DO NOT REVIVE on your patient chart.
Well, sodden nostalgia, all of this. You can be happy about the post office losing business to nimbler competitors, but no one wishes they hadn’t built the grand structures around the country. They were embassies for the World Beyond, and a place feels smaller when they’re gone. That’s all.
Gov says: most one thousand post offices may be closing across the fruited plain. This is the cue for some to say “There are still Post Offices?” Because it’s funny to feign ignorance about the existence of ordinary things not yet plowed under by the galloping hooves of progress. Really, give that one a rest. And while you’re at it: starting objections with Umm . . . just makes you sound like one of the lesser Monarch henchmen on “The Venture Brothers.”
Well, that didn’t go as planned. Let’s try again, without annoying Internet tics.
I can has stamps? No: the Post Office has announced it may close underperforming branches, including many in the metro. Selfish jerk that I am, I was relieved to see my branch isn’t on the list. I love my Post Office. I don’t like going there, really, but I’m glad it exists. Several reasons:
One: The building. It’s an early 1960s government structure with all the dullness those attributes connote. But it has a simple, logical New Frontier feel that befits its Kennedy-era origin. Brick, glass. No more! Ornament is a petit bourgeois conceit! Also, costs money.
The original architect must be rotating like a Niagra dynamo in his grave over that awning.
Two: I like the people behind the counter. My experience living on the East Coast forever recalibrated my baseline for lousy public servants. The folks at my Post Office are efficient and friendly. I enjoy passing the time of day with them. I just wish they wouldn’t pass the time of day with people ahead of me in line, because I’M IN A HURRY HERE, PEOPLE. (See above, selfish jerk.)
Three: They have stamps in interesting varieties. I can get stamps from the cash machine, but they’re all the same. At the post office the clerk says “you want the flag ones, the Mickey Mouse for Prostate Awareness Month, or the Heroes of WW2? We have Patton’s drivers and a sheet of the guy who always made sure Ike had cigarettes.”
Four: The other package shipment place in the neighborhood is a sporting-goods store. It’s handy when you want to send stuff out for Christmas, and they get all my mission-critical overnight business, but at least at the post office I’ve never had to wait extra because the clerk’s grinding down an ice-skate blade. True story! Only in Minnesota.
Five: well, that’s the next post. Stay tuned.
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