He is so isolated that he must be all of 10 miles from the nearest Ruby Tuesday's. So Silas House is not your father's poster boy for Appalachia. He answers the door in his sock feet. The shiny hardwood floors are bouncing afternoon sunbeams all over the place, throwing everything into soft focus. The comfort level is high.
People love to pull jokes on the mailman.
Sometimes the jokes are macabre, as a carrier discovered when she opened a rural box one day. It was dead, but they had propped its head up with a little stick, so it looked like it was about ready to strike. And I reckon she peed all over herself. I would've too. Stuff the rural carrier encounters legitimately can be just as mind-boggling.