A mailbox project that has me craving some common sense

Among the junk mail in my mailbox came an official notice -- a multiple-choice form with a couple of boxes checked.

My mailbox, which has withstood 90 miles-an-hour winds, blizzards that blind and countless gravel sprays from passing trucks for at least the past 25 years, is too short.

The notice said I need to raise my mailbox by 13 to 17 inches.

If I don’t raise it by September 30, my mail delivery will be suspended.

Clearly, this issue is most urgent and important.

My mailbox is 27 inches from the ground.

The mail delivery person drives a low-to-the-ground, fuel-efficient car because she has one of the longest routes in the nation.

I doubt she will ever purchase a tall truck for her delivery route.

This urgent and important matter makes no common sense.

This type of task drives