One place I lived in Maine had a little PO set up in the front porch of a woman's house. She even had some PO boxes. There was no delivery and people without a PO box just got their mail at a little counter. I never got much mail and she'd call me if anything came for me. After I moved, she kept forwarding mail to me even after the forwarding deadline and would write a note on the envelope saying she hoped things were going well. Unfortunately, it was one of the POs that closed back in the 90s, but maybe she didn't want PO stuff cluttering up her front porch anymore and retired. Bean counters look at a situation like that and are horrified by the inefficiency, but it brought people together and we need more, not less of that.