Before we left for West Virginia, I took a quick peek around Google Maps to see what was around the Romney area. While I don’t usually leave with a set plan of things that I must do I like to have some general idea of sights in the area. I hate coming home and finding out that there was something neat just ’round the corner that I missed out on.
In my electronic touring, I noticed that there was a place called Lost City, not far from Romney where we were staying. I made a mental note to try to pass through there. Lost City. That’s a name that can really send your imagination on an adventure of it’s own.
As it turned out, Lost City had a sweet, teeny post office – the kind that I love to find.
Love letters, birthday cards, postcards from far away places… those are what I think about when I see these little post offices. They are so much more “real” than some big impersonal behemoth that has machines sifting and sorting. These places have a person who knows everyone who passes through its doors and says g’mornin’ and means it, a clerk who asks about kids by name and wants to know if your great aunt is over her cold yet.
The Lost City office is indeed small. Without it’s overhang, I think it might give the Topaz post office a run for it’s little money. But to date, I think that the little Topaz, Ca. post office has to be the smallest I’ve seen so far.
I’ll just have to keep looking for something smaller!