"Here's one for you," began an email message from Hallie this afternoon.
Nick and I stopped by the house today to check on the sewer work. On our
way out, a van approached very slowly and then stopped in front of the
house and rolled down the window.
"Are you the new owners?" asked the
woman in a Norwegian accent. We affirmed and she went on about how
excited she was for us and that it was such a cute house. She had her
eye on it, but was told there was an offer already. Her name was Heidi
and she was in her late 40s and wore her grayish brown hair in dread
"I looked around and saw the mailbox under a bush in the back"
she said in her sing-song voice. "Ya, the mailbox is under a bush, I'll
show yooo." She pulled over and hopped out of the van and showed us the
way to the very back of the yard and crouched to peek into the inside of
a leafy bush/tree. "It's there!"
And sure enough, she produced the
mailbox that we had been sorry to discover missing.
How about that. Its a little rough, and I don't know whether it will
even be worth restoring, but it might find a place somewhere as a conversation piece.
[In the picture of the house, you can see the mailbox beside the front steps. Nick and Hallie had noticed it was missing and had no idea it would turn up. KW]