'It's well documented that weddings make you crazy, though I have come to believe they just expose you as such.'
August 21st, 2014
Katie Baker unveils1 a tale of an Oregon ghost town and the army of brides that keeps it alive:
Six days a week, Geri Canzler packs her lunch and commutes on winding roads through thick Oregon forest. When it's nice out, she can walk the route, but on this late March day Canzler is tired and the rain hasn't stopped. So she drives her white SUV to her workplace, the second-smallest free-standing post office in the United States. She estimates the wooden shack to be no bigger than 10 feet by 10 feet, though there is also that 3-by-4 storage shed off the back if you're going to get technical about it.
Canzler is the postmaster of a once-thriving lumber town that has been shaved down to just a few splinters. […]
[The little post office…] has been kept barely alive – in an era of Postal Service downsizing – thanks almost entirely to an annual army of finicky brides who covet its picture-perfect postmark for their wedding invitations. Bridal Veil, Oregon, 97010 is the name of the town, and Canzler is one of its only employees. She may well wind up being its last. […]
- Sorry, I couldn't resist! ↩