The funny thing about returning to the Midwest after 13 years living elsewhere across the country is noticing all the mailboxes - something I never really noticed growing up in St. Louis. Revisiting the land of my childhood, I see now the way mailboxes tell a story about the homes they represent. Sometimes that’s a story expressing individuality and originality. Other times, it’s one of convenience and commonness. Some mailboxes ask you to notice while others seek to blend in. Do mailboxes say anything about us, and if they do, what would that be?