Took me awhile with this one. Still not quite sure it's done . . . Yesterday, I learned not to yell "Come in" when the doorbell rings. This man came in and immediately started a speel about how his delivery truck had been overloaded and did I want some free seafood. I said no. I said no, again. and again. and again. Mike came out of the back of the apt and said, "Close the door." So he did, and now he was in the living room with the door closed. I picked up the phone and he left. Since we have quite a few widowed, elderly women in our condo, I called our building president to tell him (we are ground floor, second apt in so I knew he was just getting started). Ben moved a few cars so the guy's truck was boxed in, and then he called the police. Turns out there were 3 of them working together. They all got thrown out, but the police made a report, then came and told me what the other 2 looked like and said if I ever see them on the property, call the police because they now had been officially warned to stay out of our all-encompassed condo. If they showed up again, just entered the property, they would be arrested. This was the third time this guy has been here in the last 2 years. Since he doesn't take no for an answer, and I know how afraid some of the women here are of strangers. I was furious. When someone knocks on Anne's door, she calls me and asks me to look outside and see if I know this person knocking, before she will even go to the window and look out. If he managed to corner her, she'd have had a heart attack! And we have several women like that in our building. So, now the door is always locked, and I don't yell, "Come in!" I'm glad the police came and caught them. That's the Allison family's excitement for the week. Thanks for all the kind comments on my previous postings. You have no idea how warm and happy I am when I read them! Linda