I confess. The jig is up.
This is a really bad row of mailboxes.
It's just crazy to have something this decrepit anywhere near
the 'ol bees knees bungalow. I like old rusty things, but this ain't it.
Disclaimer: The steel posts were here long before I was.
Our house is over 60 years old.
The original owners had a nearby welding shop.
I'm sure they whipped this baby up in no time...
and here it's been ever since.
Serviceable in 1950. Time to be redone in 2011.
Confession: The rustiest one is ours.
I'm sure it's been there as long as the house.
|Dude, this is pathetic.|
Sadly, our sweet neighbor who owns the property it sits on - passed away last summer.
He had always planned to make a new one.
(I miss him. We'd always yell; "hi neighbor!")
The job has passed to The Cabinet Maker (aka - husband).
The old one has got to go.
- We have the wood and all materials already.
- I've checked with our City for specs.
- We've drawn it up & measured it out.
(I've also bribed The Cabinet Maker accordingly.)
Hopefully over the 4th of July weekend,
we'll be celebrating a new row of mailboxes.
It will bring a tear of joy to my eyes!
(our mail lady may faint.)