I get a local weekly newspaper and the delivery guy sticks it in the holder under the mailbox. There’s never more than ten or eleven pages to the paper, so it doesn’t have a lot of weight, or bulk, keeping it snugly held by the tines. Several times I’ve discovered my paper against the yard’s back fence, strewn about and weathered-looking like, well, yesterday’s news.
Most of the time the entire paper is there, but two times I spotted a single missing page a few days later, up against the back fence. The house next to mine must act as a wind-tunnel of sorts, blowing leaves and random trash into the back yard as though piled there purposefully – which is convenient, I suppose.
I called the newspaper office and asked if they would put the paper in my mailbox, but they aren’t allowed to by law. Your mailbox is federal property, and I guess it’s cheaper for them to deliver it than to mail it. There isn’t a screen door, or anywhere to wedge the paper, either, so I have to be home and get the paper as soon as it’s delivered, or hope the wind wasn’t blowing that day.
Fences not only make good neighbors, they make a good catch-all too.
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