My wife and I recently had the pleasure of visiting Juneau as part of a week-long Alaska cruise. We were in Juneau on a Sunday and dropped a handful of letters in the drop box outside the post office on West Ninth Street. Just as the letters were dropping beyond our reach and the door of the mailbox was closing, I noticed that the letter to our autistic son was missing a stamp.
My wife had put a great deal of effort into that letter and I was crushed. Fortunately, the main entrance for the post office was open so people could get to their P.O. boxes. I left a note and some money asking to please fish the letter from the drop box and put postage on it.
When I returned home today, there was an envelope from the U.S. Postal Service in Juneau with a receipt for one first class stamp and change.
My deepest gratitude goes to Juneau's post office and to the people of Juneau. The few we met during our short visit makes me long for another trip to Juneau. And to the boys running the lemonade stand on West Ninth Street - the lemonade was worth the trip from Massachusetts.