7 Okay, this is a long footnote. But I just had to tell you something I did during my stint with the Postal Service. (I think the statute has run out, so it’s okay.) My physician at that time was Charles Watkins, a wonderful country doctor. Dr. Watkins had a nurse/office manager who was, shall we say, somewhat of a prude. A holy-rolling prude, if you will. One night I was sorting a shipment of mailing tubes that contained a calendar featuring a beautiful girl who had lost all of her clothes. As chance would have it, I came upon the tube, addressed to Dr. Watkins. I opened it, took out the calendar, wrote “Thanks for the great time in Vegas, Charles,” and sent it on. Oh, those wacky postal workers.