If a band of Saracens captured me during the Crusades the Willoughby Post Office is the dungeon I imagine they'd toss me into. Designed by the same people that did Sauron's tower and Gollum's cave, this dark, unwelcoming edifice holds one of society's great anachronisms, the post office. Walking into one is like stepping back in time to a place where nobody is in a hurry or has anything better to do. Take the gentleman behind the counter who was lovely enough to write out a list of restaurant recommendations for an elderly customer who was traveling to his home town of Tehran. Yelp ain't there yet or you better believe I woulda been all up in there with some home-school advice. It was lovely, and pleasant, and thoroughly human. I was in one hell of a hurry but I've always got time for moments like that. Perhaps we hurry altogether too much. read more