The "The Mystery: Who Destroyed My Mailbox?" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Tuesday morning and I had just returned home after working a few hours at Grebinger Gallery.  Pulled into the driveway and all of a sudden I saw it ... or I should say - Didn't see it!  

Who Did This?

My mailbox was missing; that was until I noticed it broken, sitting along the street.  Now this isn't just any mailbox, but a mailbox that came with the house and had the same cedar siding and paint stain that my house boasts.  And ... it was big.  Stood at least 4 feet high with a sloped top on it and numbers that glowed when your car's headlights struck it.  

LDub getting his daily mail.

During Halloween season it was home to a couple of ghosts that my wife had made and attached behind the top of it.  Then, when Thanksgiving approached, one ghost wore feathers on its head while the other wore a Pilgrim hat.  Not going to happen anymore.  Someone drove past the mailbox who was either drunk or on their phone and took out the large wooden mailbox.  They had to know they hit it, but there was no note nearby with a name or an apology on it.  Should I rebuild it or just buy a normal mailbox?  The cost to reconstruct it was too much and I had no promise that it wouldn't happen again, so I opted for a normal mailbox.  The wooden mailbox has some history to it.  On the first morning after moving into our "Beach House", my good friend and Manheim Township police detective Wayne arrived to pick me up to head to the school where I taught Industrial Arts so we could work on a coffee table for him.  

Our ghosts will finally disappear!

Dawn had just broken and it evidently didn't light up my driveway as well as it should have and Wayne backed right into my mailbox.  Knocked it into the street, but with no apparent damage.  We placed it back in its hole and headed off to school. Which makes me think that whoever hit my mailbox on Tuesday had to have really slammed into it.  Knocked it totally out of the ground and snapped off the four corner supports that held it in the ground.  Woman who works across the street at the dentist's office walked over to tell me she was so sorry and will miss the ghosts each fall.  Also told me no one in her office saw what had happened.  Oh, well.  Whomever did the dastardly deed will face up to their sin someday.  Karma, you know!  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.