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When the PO closed, I talked to everyone who would listen to see if there was any way in the world I could beg, buy, or steal the case. I was basically told, "No way in hell".
My phone rang Friday afternoon. The caller was a guy I knew from many years ago in school (Jim). He now works for the Post Office. He asked if he had the story straight that my Dad was the "mail man from St. Vrain" for a lot of years....... so, to shorten a long story, I was asked if I still wanted the case. Of course, my answer was "YES"! We finished our conversation and hung up. A few minutes later, the phone rings again. Jim says "Hang on a sec" and hands the phone off to Doug. Doug says, "I've got to be in Amarillo Sunday. Can I drop the case off at your house on the way?".
Grit, grime, stains, and all. It's now mine. After a heavy-duty scrubbing and cleaning, it will be moved into my office in the house.
Physical dimensions:
70" wide
26" deep
64" tall
The wood is all white oak. Some quarter-sawn, some flat sawn. The back panel on the upper case appears to be some sort of fiber board with oak veneer on the inside of the cubbies. The dividers appear to be oak.
I'm going in enjoy having this around