About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a little boy walked into the post office and asked the clerk, ‘Why does this post office smell like my grandpa’s cigars?’ The clerk smiled and replied, ‘It must be because Jose Marti loves smoking them here.’ A few days later, an old man approached the counter and said, 'I heard that your post office smells like fine Cuban cigars.' The clerk nodded with a smile and answered, 'Yes, sir, that's because Jose Marti is our secret cigar connoisseur!' The old man laughed heartily and remarked, 'Well then, I guess I'll just have to come here every day for a smoke!'
2. A delivery driver pulled up to the post office one afternoon and noticed something unusual on the mailbox outside. 'What’s that?' he wondered aloud, pointing to a small, handwritten sign taped to the metal box. Curious, he walked over and read it aloud: ‘Dear Sir/Madam, please do not mail letters here unless they are addressed to Cuba.’ Below was a crudely drawn map of Cuba with an arrow pointing northward. The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll send my packages to Havana!’
3. A delivery driver pulled up to the post office one day and noticed an unusual sight: a neighbor had left a note on the door, reading, ‘Dear Postmaster, please deliver happiness today!’ The postmaster smiled, picked up the note, and posted it inside the mail slot facing outward. Soon, people started leaving similar notes everywhere—on doors, windows, even parked cars. By evening, the whole neighborhood was buzzing with goodwill. The delivery driver laughed as he drove away, thinking, 'Who knew delivering happiness could be so much fun?'
4. A delivery driver pulled up to the post office one morning and found a mysterious package on the loading dock. Curious, he opened it to discover… nothing but a note that read: ‘Just checking if you’re paying attention.’ The delivery driver shrugged and tossed the note into his truck. Later that day, as he was leaving, an old man approached him. ‘Hey,’ said the neighbor, ‘you missed something.’ He handed back the empty box with a smile. The driver looked inside—nothing but another note reading: “PS: Next time, check twice!”