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Dave the H.

It's incisive and eloquent posts like this one -- both emotional and logical -- that make me keep coming back here.

Dave, another resident of the Hudson Valley


I once thought that the Post Office was too important to let it become a money making, independent operation. That decision was the start of the Post Office's death spiral.

My father retired from the Post Office in about 1974. By that time the name change to US Postal Service was about three years old, and everything else had started to change as well. I can remember when downtown stores got two deliveries a day. I remember when letter carriers took the bus to their routes, and then pulled the mail from a big, green box and walked their routes. I remember when the Post Office actually did provide service. Now that it's the Postal Service, there is precious little service left. My father said when the government let private companies start parcel deliveries, they let the private companies take the most lucrative parts of the Post Office's parcel delivery and left the rest for the PO. By the time he retired (at the early age of 57), he couldn't stand working at the Post Office any more.

I think it should be changed again to reflect its true function: Department of Solicitation and Bill Delivery. That's all that comes any more. And all mail should be charged at the First Class rate. At least then some of the stinking bastards who use the USPS to run their stinking subversive fund raising operations (like the republican party) would at least help support the dying hulk of a once-great service.

mac macgillicuddy

I don't pay my bills online. A lot of things that people predict will be done online and online only, I purposely don't do, just because I can't bear going to a web site for everything in life. But I'm actually surprised that anyone pays a bill by writing a check and putting it in the mail and assuming it gets where it's going reliably. Not because I think the post office is unreliable. It seems to do a pretty good job getting things here and there (though there's still that issue with my birthday present that mail confirmation says was delivered but wasn't). But it's just that putting something representing what, in many cases, is a large amount of money into a blue box and trusting it to get there without getting intercepted or lost is an odd thing to do.

And by the way, Mark, bills are pretty much all I get from the post office these days, too. I keep paying them, but they keep sending them.


I still have one friend with whom I correspond "old-school" - she is an imaginative person, and has sent me letters in the strangest shapes. I absolutely love it. I'm less imaginative, but I do my best. Granted, we're falling behind a bit, what with Facebook and Twitter and Wave and so on, but I still shipped one off yesterday and am already looking forward to her reply. I love handling letters - the sheer physical aspect of it. Taking a whiff as you open the envelope for a hint of that faraway place (hey, Seattle-Oslo is a haul), the resolutely individual handwriting (nigh on illegible in my case), the broken, mid-sentence thought and so on. I've kept all my letters since I was 19, including my first "Dear John".

On a related note: The first time I went to the Post Office in Providence (this was my first week in college), the man behind the counter asked if I wouldn't rather send the postcards to "Christiania" instead of Oslo, and then spent the next 5 minutes discussing Ibsen with me. Great stuff.


Down here in NW Georgia we got some snow a few weeks ago starting on a Friday. It amounted to about four inches. We live on a mountain, but I had no trouble driving up and down several times over the weekend. But it was too much for the rural letter carrier. We didn't get mail until Tuesday. I think the reason was something like, "That's too hard!" Imagine what the carrier would have said if (he/she) had seen your snow. We wouldn't get mail before the Fourth of July.


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Hopefully it doest come to you on a holiday that they get paid time and a half x 2 for processing and sorting, in order to get it to you by the next business day, which may be posted by 12:01 for the next business days processing otherwise you will be assessed a late fee of 3% of you total payment due by the 10th of the following month!

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