Northwest Post Office Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of Portland’s Northwest district, a postal worker noticed something peculiar outside the Northwest Post Office Station. Every night, an old bicycle would appear, locked securely to the rack, but without any rider in sight. One chilly evening, a delivery driver mentioned casually that he often saw an elderly gentleman riding that bike every day—just never during working hours. The mystery deepened until finally, on a particularly foggy morning, someone spotted the old man himself, dozing peacefully inside the station with his headphones still on. Turned out he was just catching some zzzs after his late-night shift as a security guard. Since then, everyone calls him ‘the overnight cyclist.’

2. In the dim light of an autumn afternoon, a delivery driver muttered under his breath as he approached the Northwest Post Office Station. ‘I swear,’ he said, pointing at the mailboxes, ‘these boxes always seem to know when I’m running late.’ As he reached for one last letter, the mailbox door swung open with a loud clang, nearly knocking him off balance. 'Seriously?' he groaned, but then noticed a familiar face peering out from behind the counter. A neighbor waved cheerfully and shouted, 'Late again, huh? Better luck next time!' The driver shook his head, smiling, knowing that sometimes being late was just part of the postal routine.

3. In a quiet corner of the Northwest Post Office Station, a little girl pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Mommy, look! The stamps are dancing!’ Her mother smiled and gently explained that it was just an old postal worker, a regular named Mr. Jenkins, humming to himself while sorting letters. The girl giggled, realizing she’d been fooled by his swaying hips. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the dancing stamps, they’d wink knowingly and say, ‘It’s Mr. Jenkins’ secret dance party!’

4. In the dimly lit hallway of the Northwest Post Office Station, a mail carrier stopped short upon noticing a peculiar package left on the counter. It was wrapped in plain brown paper and tied with string, but what caught her eye was the single word scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘For you.’ Curious, she unwrapped it to find inside a small envelope containing a note that read: 'Happy Birthday!' and a piece of cake. Turned out, a neighbor had mistakenly addressed it to the wrong person. The mail carrier smiled, thinking how nice it was for someone to remember her birthday—even if it was just a cake from across town.