An odd woman stops her mini van, gets out, checks her mailbox. She sees me looking at my blown apart mailbox. I say a friendly, “Hi, guess I’ll just get a post office box!” She stares at me, pulls her big worn jacket around her, then says, “You ain’t one of those druggies at the old Indian’s place are you?” I look at her incredulous, then say, “What the hell are you talking about. We just moved in five days ago. Why would you say such a thing?” She just gave a laugh, then says, “Well I heard you was run out of your last place. Its usually drugs. That’s what everyone is saying!” I talk over her radio as she pulls away, “It wasn’t drugs lady, it was for laying land mines!”…That should make for a good rumor…