One of my Deputy Yelpers calls this "America's ugliest post office." Now, that strikes me as a tad harsh, although it is remarkably nondescript. But I don't really care about the exterior appearance anyway. It's really about what goes on inside. Here, you'll see that the staff do take some pride in the place. There are glass-enclosed bulletin boards with various items of interest, local history and otherwise, for you to peruse while waiting on line. (I especially like the inclusion of the Van Gogh "Postman" - took me right back to Arles, if for only a very brief moment.)
And you might indeed be waiting on line, especially if you show up at 11:00 AM - when they close for lunch for an hour. You'll have plenty of time to view the "Local History" bulletin board, too. You'll learn that they had something called Lutherland closeby. You'll actually have enough time waiting to commit the entire contents of the bulletin board to memory, if you wish.
Naturally these little rural-area outposts have their own customs and practices, which might seem quite mysterious to an outsider. I was the first customer in line when the lunch break was over, but when I inadvertently presented my Deputy Yelper's PO box key along with the parcel notice card (perhaps not yet having entirely returned mentally from Arles) for the parcel I had been sent to pick up, the staff person barked at me (yes, as though I'm a delinquent child, to borrow from another review here), "So what do you want me to do with THAT?" So I quickly apologized for my goof, and as the clerk disappeared in the back, I turned to the other customers and asked, "Are they always so courteous here?" To which some guy (obviously resenting it that an out-of-towner managed to get in front of him for the noon-time re-opening) barked, "Didn't seem rude to ME!" As I said, they have their own customs and practices known only to the regulars. But the sought-after parcel was promptly presented to me, and as I left, tucking the package under my arm, I could only think of how Van Gogh's Postman Joseph Roulin must have carried his parcels in just that same way. read more