North of the Airbase, the young good old boys like to drink a few beers and play mailbox baseball. Some sunday mornings, every mailbox around would be knocked off, beat up or laying in the ditch. Except for a few. Those were the guys that had two mailboxes, a large one on the outside and a smaller one inside. The distance from the little box to the larger box was filled with Concrete. After hitting those boxes with their bats while doing 25 or so, they quickly learned to leave those the fuck alone.