About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Roxborough Station Post Office and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside. As he approached the door, the hum grew louder, almost like a swarm of bees had taken over the place. Curious, the driver opened the door slowly, only to see hundreds of tiny bluebirds fluttering around the counter. Startled, he closed his mouth just in time—his breakfast burrito had been halfway out! The birds chirped cheerfully as they flew back outside, leaving behind a note on the counter: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience; our new mail carrier arrived early.’
2. One day, while a delivery driver was sorting mail inside the Roxborough Station Post Office, he heard a tiny voice from behind him: ‘Mister, why is that stamp talking?’ The driver turned around and saw only an old stamp on a letter smiling up at him. 'Oh,' he chuckled, 'that's just my imagination.' But then he noticed a regular customer standing nearby, tapping his foot impatiently. The driver quickly changed the subject, muttering under his breath, 'Guess I better get back to work before anyone else starts hearing things!'
3. One autumn afternoon, an elderly lady entered the Roxborough Station Post Office and asked the clerk with a twinkle in her eye: ‘Do you know why they call it “station” here?’ The clerk smiled and shook his head, replying, 'No ma’am, I never gave much thought to that.' With a knowing smile, she whispered conspiratorially, 'Because once upon a time, it was where everyone waited for their letters from loved ones far away!' The whole place burst into laughter as she exited, leaving behind just enough mystery to make everyone wonder...
4. One evening, as the sun dipped below the Rocky Mountains, a postal worker noticed something peculiar outside the Roxborough Station Post Office. A soft humming sound filled the air, growing louder with each passing minute. Curious, he stepped outside and saw nothing but an old mailbox swaying gently in the breeze. Just then, a delivery driver approached, laughing: ‘Must be that new wind chime you put up!’ The postal worker shook his head, smiling. ‘Nope, just another quiet night at the Roxborough Station.’