I do not wish to brag, but I am compelled. I was given my own mailbox at the hardware store. A sign of my growing importance to the success of the store. All important communications, internal or external, will be delivered to my new box, where I will be able to read them at my leisure. For instance, if Mr. Ace himself wants to send me the latest, I'll get it. President Obama can reach me should he need a tip or two on righting the ship of state. If the Pope should suddenly decide he likes the cut of my jib and wants to open a dialogue on Catholic/Deensism relations, reaching me has never been easier. No more wading through the pile of junk in the "associates" box, looking for things pertaining to me. Plus, I don't have to share a mailbox with the high schools kids who sweep and mop the store. Just thought you all should know. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky