Today we’re in San Francisco, heavy with rich coffee and notes to friends, and I’m searching for a blue repository for our Bay Area greetings.
Our trip last month to Chicago left me in search of a mailbox, and I couldn’t tell if the postbox was bonafide with its garish graffiti.
The box was covered in posters and spray paint: was it a true letterbox?
Today–In the conservative Financial District of San Francisco–I spy an unadorned receptacle for my greetings.
Unlike Chicago, this one is decorated with shoes.
One shoe is tucked under a letterbox leg, and the other sits at the top, greeting visitors with a black bow.
I whack up my ginger and stuff the cards into the…shoebox.
I hope the owner isn’t tucked inside.
17 September 2017