There are a lot of good songs about trains. `Two trains running - none going my way' will never be matched by a poem about an airplane. No plaintive whistles in the dark, no romance. But about the mails - Yes. There is nothing to match a public servant handing you a letter. In these days of unjust maligning of the post office, stop, look, and listen to W.H. Auden's Night Mail (at 19:26) h/t James Fallows
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