Well, the post office is probably not the place you want to go if you want to be infused with patriotism and a renewed sense of vigor.

My favourite books are Charles Bukowski's 'Post Office' and 'Women.'

In an urban area, you're not going to be an hour away from another post office.

The blankets had fallen off and I stared down at her white back, the shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke through that skin. Little blades. She was helpless.

Abstract anger is great for rhetorical carrying on. You can go on endlessly about the post office, but it doesn't mean you're mad at your mailman.

Now I have to have the biggest P.O. box in the entire post office to get all the manuscripts coming in.