There have been numerous debates over the U.S. Postal Service losing immense amounts of money.
Back when my late Dad was growing-up at Gretna in Phillips County, that village had a post office (it no longer does).
But mail back in the 1917-era was carried principally by trains. In smaller places: a large “mailbag” or “mailsack” might be dropped on a steel rod or spike by a passing train that never stopped.
Mail-carriers delivered on foot — not by jeep. My mother’s cousin George J. Riedl Jr., was a letter-carrier who walked a beat in Indianapolis, Ind., for over 30 years. My father’s fourth cousin Ernest Marples was once Postmaster-General of the entire United Kingdom (England, Scotland, etc.) back in the 1950s.
The greatest mistake this country ever made was removing our Postmaster-General from the President’s Cabinet. Today’s American Postmaster-General is just another C.E.O. It has followed a business-model of overpaid bureaucrats at the top and middle; yet I feel sorry for the ordinary window-clerks whose jobs may be cut to strike some sort of bargain.
Saturday delivery as well as Monday delivery may have to be eliminated. I like receiving mail six days a week; but I know we are in a changing world. To my way of thinking: If Saturday is eliminated, Monday should be eliminated too. Many Mondays are already non-service days due to being “observed holidays” anyway. If I were Postmaster-General: I’d simply stop both Saturday and Monday-delivery and prohibit any federally-paid holiday except Christmas and New Year’s Day. That would save labor-costs and it would save huge fuel-costs. I'd make more postal workers walk-a-beat, rather than ride in an air-conditioned gas-hog of a jeep. President Obama talks “job creation.” Well, let’s create some modified jobs: by taking a page out of History. For smaller rural towns, we might have to go back to using railroad track and dropping mail-sacks. The Postal Service should be modified and saved ... not driven to extinction. It is a Constitutionally-mandated “service” to all citizens. Ben Franklin would spin in his grave if he could see its current mismanagement.
— James A Marples,