Today’s post is more about the story than the picture.
Our mailbox at the office took a hit in the winter storm. Maybe a snow truck knocked it off it’s perch, or maybe just the weight of the snow.
Whatever the cause, the mailbox has been propped up in a pile of snow for the last few days. Our mailman had been very nice about continuing to put the mail in the box, but once the pile was gone, I was pretty sure the mail service would stop.
Today, as I was trying to figure out what I was going to do, there was a knock at the door. A gentleman, probably in his sixties, explained he was fixing mailboxes. I was more than happy to pay the $25 for his time and the mail box is sturdier than ever.
We chatted when he was done. He was a carpenter, but the slowdown in housing starts the last few years had limited his opportunities. Today he drives a truck and does handy man work on the side. He asked if he could give me his number in case I ever needed some odd job work done.
I was impressed by his work and his strategy to build his business demonstrating on small jobs his skill as a way to find new clients. My guess is there a many out of work carpenters sitting on their couch today and they will probably be sitting there tomorrow as well.
