I finally achieved the simple task of emailing on the 4th try.
I kept misspelling yahoi, yahho and getting the mail return from the Internet postmaster general... I miss stamps, a smile from the mail man!

I walked up to the van of the lady that delivers the route in my neighborhood the other day because I was expecting something I don't want sitting in the box ... She freaked, locked her doors... Showed me her phone through the windshield, " I'll call 911 if you get violent".

My gawd. What the world has devolved to.
I guess? I don't blame her ... Once fear bites you. That wound gets infected!

Sorry post maam .. I'll keep my distance.
I'll only ring once!