The Battered Mailbox
by Stanley Cohen
The first Sunday Harry Warner found his mailbox lying on the ground, he thought little about it. The mail was still in it. He knew he’d only done a so-so job of mounting it on the rough-hewn cedar post, and he assumed the mail carrier must have knocked it loose. He braced it with light wood strips when he set it back in place.
A few Sundays later, he found the mailbox back on the ground, splintered braces and all. But this time it could not have been the mail carrier. He’d already brought in Saturday’s mail. He called the town’s police station.
“We’re aware of the problem,” the officer stated. “We get quite a few calls but we’ve never been able to catch them at it.”
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