C'mon Salty, give the guy a break. He probably got a little confused and sent the order to Stockbridge instead of Uxbridge. Or maybe Greenland or New Guinea. Or sent the invoice to some place he lived 75 years ago. A natural mistake. And I'd appreciate it if you'd tone down the way you talk about senior citizens. Hell, I'm a proud veteran of the War of 1812, (or was it 1912?) and I'm not the least bit crotchety....... unless of course, one of you ignorant sons of bitches does something to piss me off. Like asking a civil question, for example. Or making stupid comments about the weather....or telling me you can cast 300 yards.....or pissing and moaning about how your wife gets sick of you never being around during fishing season......or bragging about the pack of imbeciles you raised......or using poppers in broad daylight in the middle of July.....or coming within 100 yards of me on a jetty......or thinking for one minute that I give a rat's ass about your pathetic political rants when you think Benito Mussolini is an Italian appetizer ..............................what the hell was I talking about, anyway? PISS ON THE LOT OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! Besides, I don't have time for this shit; my daughter's on her way over to feed me my strained carrots. Wonder what she looks like. Come to think of it, I can't even remember having a daughter.......I'll bet the bastards are coming over here to kill me and steal the Confederate money I've been saving up......why the hell am I talking to you morons anyway? Up your ass with a piece of glass, you miserable pricks, I'm going fishing. And try to remember: just because somebody's old doesn't mean they're crotchety.