This morning, during my normal breakfast stop at Ms. Eva's in Summerville, I listened as usual to my friends tell stories of old. It seems that once Ralph's uncle had a problem with kids vandalizing his mailbox. They would ride by in a car at night and take out their aggression on his mailbox with a baseball bat. Well, after several times of replacing his mailbox, he grew tired of their shenanigans and devise a new approach. He put up a new post with three mailboxes in a row. The two outside mailboxes were poured full of concrete and, sure enough, the first morning after, he found a badly splintered baseball bat scattered in the roadway. Can't imagine what ringing the culprit heard in his ears and felt in his wrists afterwards. At any rate, PROBLEM SOLVED!!