Rattlesnake Island Local Post
The island operates the only USPS-sanctioned local post operating in the United States.
Service is provided by way of a Ford Trimotor which shuttles mail between the island and the mainland. From 1966 to 1989, USPS mail was routed by way of Port Clinton, Ohio. Today, outgoing mail from the island enters the USPS mail stream by way of Sandusky, Ohio.
Local Post service began in 1966 and continued through 1989, when the island was sold and the new owners discontinued the service. It was restarted in 2005 and continues to the current day.
The stamps of Rattlesnake Island Local Post appear in the 2009 Edition of Phillips' Modern US & Canada Local Posts CD Catalog.
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