Haven't received any snail mail in a week

debodun said:
Third class - also known as bulk or junk mail.

Another day - no mail. I did see the mail truck on the street. By now I would have received the local trade paper, if nothing else. The local PO closes at noon on Saturday and it's also a long holiday weekend and they'll will be closed until Tuesday, so I can't make any inquiries until then.
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Maybe the mail slowed down a bit because of 3 feet of ice, 13 feet of snow, thousands of fallen tress, and closed roads and highways.

They'll probly catch up. Probly within a few weeks.
 

Deb, any chance someone is stealing your mail?
 

Murrmurr said:
Is the mail they're getting mostly local?

In any case, I don't care about your neighbors, I care about you. Call the Postmaster General and get to the bottom of this inequity!
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I wouldn't know. I only see it in their mailboxes from across the street. I'm not going to go over and pull it out and look. I did send an inquiry to the USPS and received an automated response that they will "look into it." A holiday weekend makes it more difficult.
 
debodun said:
I wouldn't know. I only see it in their mailboxes from across the street. I'm not going to go over and pull it out and look. I did send an inquiry to the USPS and received an automated response that they will "look into it." A holiday weekend makes it more difficult.
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They will look into it. Well, they will contact someone who will look into it. But it will get done.
 
I MISS THE GOLD OLE' DAYS: Well, not all of it but some of it like mail delivery was pretty exciting in the 1950s.

I was lucky to be born out in the country. Lots of fresh air, lots of clear nights with stars, wolves howling in the swamp and lots of freedom to hunt and fish. No gun permit required; believe it or not!

There was a post office 1/2 mile north of our farm which was a small building next to a general store. Every Saturday, a man named Paul drove into town to get 2 or 3 gray bags of mail. The bags were locked. I always walked to this post office whether in the summer heat or the freezing blizzard in the winter. Sometimes, Paul was late with the mail so Steve, the post master would light this buck stove up and I would warm myself up while waiting for the mail.

Eventually, Paul showed up and delivered the bags. Steve took a key and opened up the bags and poured the mail onto his counter. Talk about good old excitement. Sometimes I got a parcel from T. Eaton or one of their catalogues. Sometimes a penpal letter. Still remember writing to this girl from Nova Scotia. There were no computers. All our letters were hand written. There was a paper, "The Prairie Farmer" which was our weekly source of news. I don't remember any useless sales flyers like we get today. After all the mail was sorted out, I had another 1/2 mile to walk home. No, it was not child abuse. Us farm kids drew up tough and strong. No sissies around and no sissies allowed.

Today the "magic" is gone. Email delivered to your computer just doesn't cut it for me. You can keep those weekly flyers from Krappy Tire, Safeway, Sobey's and those constant food delivery aids with all those "free" meals.
 

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After elections are over, I always get tons of candidate mail begging for my vote. Mail obviously had been held as slow delivery due to 3rd class mail, I'm thinking?
 
I think deb will find out that nothing is wrong. Hope so, anyway. I barely get mail, only check the box twice a week and it's usually empty.
 
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