173) There was a chill in the air the morning I visited this Crown Hill corner. The utility pole felt it. The stone wall felt it. The green woven fence felt it. And the mailbox… oh yeah, the mailbox certainly felt it. The box gave me a dim, mournful stare, as to say “hey, help me out… give me your jacket.” Ultimately, I did no such thing. I just got back in the car and drove away.