I had fleetingly imagined the possible answer several times.
So maybe I was bound to be disappointed. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
There's this house on my route home from work. I pass it every weekday. Fastened about shoulder-high next to the front door is a Spokane Chronicle delivery tube. One of the distinctive orange ones.
As you know, the Chron hasn't been around for about 20 years. But you still see a few of the boxes.
Anyway, I always told myself that if I ever saw someone in the front yard I would comment on the delivery tube. And ask "What's the deal?"
Today I did. A fellow with white hair emerged from the front door just as I was approaching. I called out that I admired his Spokane Chronicle box.
"Why?" he said.
Fair question. So, trying to be concise, I launched into a short spiel about remembering newspapers that are gone now.
He then explained, if I heard him right while circling in the street, that he got it from someone who had several because his previous mailbox didn't keep his letters and magazines dry.
Nothing about lingering loyalty to a stilled editorial voice or any of that. I should have known.
Still, it's a cool tube.