An empty-hearted mailbox hoping for some affectionate billets doux on Saint Valentine’s Day? Maybe. You can get away with things in Tucson that wouldn’t fly in staid New England. This flight-of-fancy mailbox, for example, at a daycare center not far from the home of my friends Simon and David. Beautiful and imaginative and silly. But were I to do that at my suburban Boston home, imagine what I might be labeled. Oh, wait...
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