One Man's Ceiling is Another Man's Floor

Opened the mailbox at home yesterday and pulled out an envelope with my name/address typed on the front. No sender's name or address though.

Hmmm... Either a freak or potential life partner.

So I opened it. Of course. And found a few goodies.

A friend from Oldsmar? Come on, some 50-year marriages have started out in weirder ways. He/She also sent some awe-inspiring business cards.



Serious questions for a serious sinner. Perhaps this future lover is familiar with my work?

And several flyers suggest health problems, everyday frustrations,

and farm work are much easier to handle with the Lord on my side. These award-winning tracts are purchased from a God-fearing website that takes most major credit cards.

I've written items over the past year that incur either the wrath of neocons or the warmth of local senior citizens. However, this is the first time I've been given the gift of eternal life.

If you're seriously freaked out, consider: I had no clue my letter appeared in print until Secret Admirer sent this care package. Read it here. The Trib and Times all in the same one-week period. Better than sex!

So anonymous religious fanatics are good for something, I suppose.