Could this be one of the last Ottawa Journal mailboxes that exist?

My Dad is a pack rat to extremes. Glad he kept this.

On the worst day of my life it will be mine to stay with me until I go. Because this is my Dad.

*He's drinking liquor upstairs but I feel him here too *

Some of my Dad's old Journal reporter buddies keep tabs on me here. It must be weird for them because they only knew me as an infant.

All of a sudden I'm a fully formed human being who writes, OFTEN like some of Dad's columns. I even talk in full sentences and have OPINIONS.

But anyway, I bet they will pipe in.

Because they must have kept mailboxes too.

If you did, post a picture of it in this thread!