By Michael Seese
And in the category of, Not Even Close, So REALLY No Cigar, I received the following piece of snail mail the other day.
They had the address right. (I blanked it out, so that my groupies wouldn't find our house and start camping out).
But the name is SO wrong.
And lest you think it might be the name of a previous owner, I've lived here for 18 years, and the folks who sold it to me bought it in 1961.