the campaign

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So I roll into my driveway tonight and start chatting with my wife when, moments later, our phone rings. We have caller ID, so we knew right away who it was. In the interest of anonymity and HIPPA compliance, the person's initials are Kate Cas -- oh, wait, K.C., who lives two houses down from us. Always a hoot to talk with, we pushed the phone at each other until just before the answering machine picked up. Karen drew the short straw, so I half listened to some uh-huhs and sures, and I sees -- ending with "we'll do our best to help with your campaign."

Turns out K.C. has started a "campaign" to get drivers to slow down while driving up our road (all 8 of us). "Too much dust", we are told. "I have three cats." "I have a lot of frontage road, you understand." Our tenant, evidently is a superb driver, no doubt because he doesn't want to screw up his Jag. We, on the other hand (me in particular), need a gentle nudge from the neighborhood watch organizer.

Next thing you know, we'll be getting a bumper sticker of McGruff in our mailbox.