Lessons from Replacing My Smashed Mailbox

Are people basically good?

Last week, my wife called me using our landline’s intercom system:

“Some woman just ran over our mailbox. She’s just standing there looking at it.”

My wife’s office is on the second floor of our house. Kind of like Jimmy Stewart in Rear Window, she sees everything from her office chair.¹ Down here in the basement, I see nothing. I ran upstairs.

Sure enough,…