Someone I had gone to school with, then living in OKC....he was traveling through and for some reason was at our courthouse and when asked about me, they gave him my address.
Now, as I recall, he was kind of handsome and I'm sure charming...but...did you get that part?
THEY GAVE HIM MY ADDRESS! And I'm sure directions on how to get to my house!
He could have been
1. A monster
2. A burglar
3. A rapist
4. A murderer
5. A Kirby Salesman
Thankfully, he was just an old friend who btw I had NO desire to see...and so I was stuck seeing him.
The point is...in the facebook, (which I only do for my news sites) blog land and computer age...not to mention the small town thing, you really don't have that much privacy in today's world.
Have you ever googled yourself? Now that's scary.
Actually, it is very old...we purchased it in Canton on First Monday last summer and today it's getting rocked in.
Our friendly UPS man won't need an 822 because he usually knows who you are by
1. the pink house
2. the house by the school
3. the house that's all torn up
4. the house with no numbers getting all the stuff like wallpaper
5. probably much more than we realize
So...because I have accepted that privacy is really not a thing I care that much about...
Here is my new old box...right in front of my house...waiting...waiting...waiting to be set and top rocked... and...for me to get a key that will unlock it..until then?
Don't go to too much trouble to rob me...most of the good stuff is on the front porch or side yard....or back-ordered or re-ordered or being enjoyed by my funny neighbors...or just too heavy for you to take.
I have just lived here too long to hide!