About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, when most mailboxes are quiet, a postal carrier noticed an envelope addressed simply to ‘Heathway Post Office.’ Curious, he opened it to find another letter inside, and another after that, each one smaller than the last. Finally, in his hand was a tiny note too small to read clearly. He squinted and leaned closer—only for the wind to blow open the final envelope, revealing nothing but a single stamp with a mischievous smiley face. Since then, locals say you can still catch sight of him occasionally, standing on tiptoes outside the window, checking if any more letters have arrived.
2. In the early morning, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver found a small package wrapped in brown paper on the loading dock of Heathway Post Office. Curious, he opened it and discovered inside a stack of old photographs—none of them seemed to belong to any employee or customer. The photos were from different eras, some even looked like they dated back to the 1950s. The delivery driver showed them around to his colleagues, and soon everyone was trying to figure out who might be in those pictures. A neighbor recognized one elderly lady and said she used to live nearby. They decided to frame the photos and put them up in the lobby as a fun surprise for customers. Now, whenever someone asks what those old pics are doing there, they just smile and say, ‘Who knows? Maybe they missed their mail.’
3. Late one night, after hours of silence, a Heaton Heights resident heard a strange humming coming from the Heathway Post Office. Curious, they peered through the window and saw nothing but rows of empty mailboxes. Yet, every few minutes, the hum grew louder—almost like someone whistling inside. Finally, the resident called out, ‘Who’s there?’ A sleepy voice replied from within: ‘Just delivering some letters.’ Turns out, it was just a late-night delivery driver taking a break in an unlocked mailbox room. The humming stopped as soon as he left, leaving everyone to laugh over coffee the next morning.
4. In the late afternoon, as the sun dipped behind the mountains, a delivery driver pulled up to Heathway Post Office. ‘Hey,’ he muttered, glancing around suspiciously, ‘I thought I saw something move in that mailbox.’ The postal clerk, an old timer named Mr. Jenkins, looked out and shook his head with a smile. 'It’s just our friendly neighborhood squirrel,' he said. The driver rolled his eyes but couldn’t help laughing. As dusk fell, they both watched the squirrel scurry away, its tiny paws leaving prints on the mail slot. "Maybe next time it’ll deliver the mail itself!" joked Mr. Jenkins.