I rather enjoy the mail. For one thing, there are quite a few items, the entire computer on which I am writing included, which are difficult or unduly expensive to purchase in person, even in a city of this size. I do a lot of business online, accordingly - everything from supplies for work to exotic kitchen utensils to computer parts. I've even ordered a fish once, though that's a tale for another time. The idea of postal systems changed the world, and they are now ubiquitous in the developed world.
For the most part, my mailings-out consist almost entirely of letters and cards. In Canada, the going rate for letters and documents up to 30 grams is $0.61. For the longest time, the annual postage rate hike was a true annoyance - then Canada Post introduced the "permanent" line of stamp issues, which have been the standard domestic stamp basically since I left high school. These stamps hold their value indefinitely, and are adjusted for the rate hike. A very useful feature indeed.
In any respect, every now and then a friend or two (usually younger), watches me drop a couple of letters into a mailbox, and I invariably get asked why. Nowadays, anything from your income tax return to all of your bills can be processed online - the physical mail has mostly become a convenient delivery service for printed ads. Paying to send short messages, which take longer to get where they are going, and are usually harder to generate (I don't have a printer), all seems to be counter-intuitive... and it is.
But the thing is, I just like the mail. It's no replacement for emails - if I need an answer on something, I pull a keyboard or pick up the phone - but for casual correspondence, it's actually a fun thing to do. I like getting mail a lot more than getting email. And frankly, I enjoy the sending almost as much.