Not very long ago, I was in Charlotte Amalie visiting the post office next to Emancipation Garden. My curiosity was piqued when a friend caught up with me as I walked up the steps and asked, “Is this your main post office?”
I wondered why my friend would ask such a strange question. Quietly, I pondered whether she had some issue with the wonderful ladies who work at that postal station. As the friend continued speaking, I discovered that she does have a problem, but it is not with the ladies at the post office.