neighborly weirdness

From my infancy until the my eleventh summer, I lived in a tiny brick house on a small road that ended in a boat access to West Point Lake. Our neighborhood, which was probably built in the 1960’s, contained older houses and each one held a fascinating story. My curiosity, and my girl scout cookies, [...]

the address part is crucial

Yesterday was one of those fun days, where I did way too much stuff, with way too little sleep. So, after recuperating for awhile, I started mailing out those giftcards to my winners earlier this afternoon. And then, I realized that I was missing a couple of addresses. So I sent the following e-mail out. [...]