The KKK U.S.P.S. took my Mailbox Away.

Last Saturday there was still a mailbox here, half a block from my backdoor. By Monday morning there was nothing left but this torn up ground and the ghost of his former blue self. We had a lot of good times together, or at least a lot of times in general. I wonder what he's up to now, and if I'll ever feel the same about that box up the street?