In Newmarket, Ont., a post office is reborn as a timeless hotel

For the first half of the 1990s, I was between media gigs and worked an interesting assortment of jobs. For about a year-and-a-half, I was a Canada Post letter carrier. And while some have the disposition for that work, I did not, and suffered frequent panic attacks.

But, 30 years later, I wonder if the architecture had something to do with it. Seriously. My training was in the drab, faceless South Central Letter Processing Plant on Eastern Avenue, and most of sorting I did took place in equally drab facilities. Much of the mail I delivered was to industrial parks. For only a brief period did I deliver to homes on sunshiny, tree-lined streets.