We don’t have street deliveries in Smithfield, so the post office is a popular place. When I arrived to clear my post last week I noticed this red box, swinging open, with a collection of letters lying inside. It was a little sad, actually; I thought of the faith of the letter posters, and the letters themselves looked a bit pathetic right at the bottom of such a big space. The woman behind the counter said the man who collected the post was the only one with a key, and he wasn’t due back for a few days. Till then, the post box stayed locked, but open. With a good bit of luck, the letters stayed safe where they were until he came back.