Only in our small towns: The local UPS driver

I got into a squabble with UPS this week. Not with our local driver, Dale. He's great and always takes time for a friendly word. No, my squabble was with an anonymous cipher at UPS dispatch headquarters.

It all started with my new job. Several times while he was growing up and later as a young adult, my son Ben worked for me. Now our roles have reversed and I am doing a menial sort of job for his new business. When Ben asked me if I would like to help, he warned me the tasks were "mind numbing." However, I find them somewhat akin to Zen meditation. I told a friend about it, and he pointed out...