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Understanding Those Crazy People Who Sell off all of Their Possessions and Go Live in a Cabin in the Woods Somewhere

So, recap:

1. Postman angry with Austin Rhodes.
2. Postman takes it out on my husband.
3. Postman's wife hosts a radio show.
4. On that radio show, reveals interior knowledge about our home, indicating that they've been inside.
5. Notify law enforcement.
6. Meet with Post Office.
7. Postman rings doorbell for a very long time.

Caught up? No? Go read the rest of my blog. Just scroll down. The rest of us will move along.

So, I found out that after my husband refused to come to the door, the postman began calling him at work. Scott is under orders not to speak to the postman and his wife, per his corporate president. The postman have pending litigation against the station, and the broadcasting company has every right to protect itself. So Scott wouldn't take his calls. Finally, postman called and left a message with a co-worker with a number that Scott did not recognize. So he called it back.

Postman apologized.

But for what? Was he apologizing for breaking and entering? Was he apologizing for snooping around our property? Was he apologizing for ringing our doorbell excessively? Was he apologizing for the threats? I don't know. So Scott told him to stay out of our house or face the consequences. And he said again that he was sorry.

It's not an admission of guilt. But it's disturbing, nonetheless.

And then, my editor printed this: It's a column that basically takes postman's wife to task for her violation of the journalists' code of ethics for allowing threats and belittlement on her broadcast radio show. It revealed none of the ongoing dispute with her husband.

Then, on the Austin Rhodes show, a caller said: "The Metro Spirit should be careful about what they print. They're right there on Broad Street, and it would be easy for someone to come and firebomb them."

Now, I'm not suggesting that ominous organ music should ring out after that comment. I'm just saying: WOW. STU. PID. No one is sure of the caller's identity. No one is certain of what the caller was intending to imply, if anything. But still. What's wrong with people? The Augusta Chronicle's offices have been on Broad Street for decades. They're right across the street. They're just as easy to target (please don't; then our media commentator would be out of a job). And what is a firebomb anyway? Is it like a molotov cocktail? I don't know these things! But wikipedia does. And the person who wrote this post better have a degree in military history, with an emphasis on tactical methods, otherwise they have serious mental problems.

So I met with the Post Office again today. And let me say first that two nicer, more amiable people cannot possibly exist on this planet. Really. I think if I were to hang out with them long enough, I might spy singing cartoon forest animals completely routine maintenance and cleaning on the building. And also? The lady there has about the most perfectly flattering makeup job I've ever seen.

And YET...
1. they did not tell me that they spoke with postman prior to our first meeting.
2. they did not tell me that they were planning to speak with postman after our first meeting. I had the impression that there would be a conference with a supervisor to begin with.
3. they absolutely did not follow-up with me afterwards, as we discussed.
4. they can't take him off the route because it's a union issue.

So we met again today to discuss the latest developments, and it seems that postman broke a line in the extensive Postman's Code, which may be the only thing they are able to act on. Apparently, they take "abuse of the doorbell" very seriously.

Whatever works.
If anything.