Waiting for the bus? Who needs a plastic-sided enclosure covered with advertisements and graffiti? Or one of those grimy benches covered with who knows what?
Hollow out a nearby tree and you’re good to go.
Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
I saw this recently on the road into Joyce, a tiny community west of Sequim. The box says “Air Mail.”
I can’t remember the last time I saw a letter with red and blue stripes around its border and “Air Mail” printed below the stamp. But the box made me laugh and the memory of air mail letters takes me back to long ago days when I had pen pals in far away places.