Patrick Kilby’s mail at work is more interesting than yours. Though not always more pleasant, his mail is almost certainly more intriguing. In it, he’s received foam pool noodles, random sections of repurposed aluminum rain gutter, PVC pipe and even an official police evidence bag. Once, when he naively got excited about what appeared to be a Russell Stover Yard of Chocolate — undoubtedly, he dared to hope, a gift from some thankful customer — he was quickly brought back to reality. That box, like the others, contained the shattered remains of somebody’s much-loved fishing rod, which had ultimately succumbed to the trials of the wild and broken.