About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Liberty Station Post Office, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver hears an eerie humming sound coming from the old mail sorting room. No one else seems to notice it, but he's certain it's not just his imagination. One day, curious about the noise, he invites a coworker to listen together. They both hear nothing—until they leave the building. Turns out, the hum is actually coming from the neighboring coffee shop’s espresso machine, audible only when standing in the exact spot where the mail cart passes through. From then on, whenever anyone mentions the mysterious sound, our delivery driver smiles and says, ‘It’s just my morning caffeine detector!’
2. Every night after closing, a postal worker locks up the Liberty Station Post Office and heads home. But one evening, while walking past the empty building, she spots a flicker of light inside. Curious, she returns later that night with her flashlight—and finds herself staring into the eyes of a very sleepy-looking cat. The cat yawned and stretched, then sauntered over to an old mail sorting machine, curling up for a nap among the envelopes. The worker giggled softly, took a selfie with the sleeping feline, and posted it online under the caption ‘#NightWatchAtLibertyStation’. From then on, every night around closing time, neighbors would bring their pets over—just in case there was another sleepy visitor waiting inside.
3. At Liberty Station Post Office, once a week, an envelope arrives addressed simply to ‘The Happiest Person.’ No one knows who it’s for or how it gets there. One day, a delivery driver noticed that the envelope was unusually heavy. Curious, he opened it and found a note saying, 'Dear Happiest Person, please share your happiness with others!' Inside were ten packets of his favorite coffee beans. Since then, everyone in town jokes that maybe the envelope is actually from the local roaster, trying to spread cheer—and free caffeine.
4. At Liberty Station Post Office, on foggy mornings, a mailbag mysteriously appears outside the door before the first employee arrives. One foggy day, an elderly neighbor picks up the bag, thinking it’s his own laundry that got mixed up. He carries it home, puzzled but happy, until his wife spots the return address and bursts out laughing. The next morning, everyone in town gathers around the post office, waiting for the mysterious bag—and maybe even a free stamp or two.