Reblogged from Pragmatic Witness:
*Final Revised Version* 4/17/2013
Walking to the mailbox when the heat index soars above 100 isn't on my top ten list of favorite duties, at the moment. Reaching the mailbox, I was a bit agitated and beginning to perspire due to the high humidity levels. As I opened the elongated black box to retrieve the suspected junk mail contained within, I was appalled when I suddenly noticed what my left hand was clutching; a sales brochure for…











