Classic summer day! Clear in A-town and fog behind the SF city/coast! Ding dong! FedEx was at my front door..not the truck..the delivery person. He was there to pick up a 29-pound package. Uh, I don't have a 29-pound package to give to you! However, I did receive a notice from FedEx at my address that there was a large package for me from who...I don't know. I brought out the notice...and I called that person. He was not very nice. In fact, he was pissed off and said he'd leave that package on the curb at the front of his house, and hopefully, somebody would take it. Ben, (the FedEx man), and I had a lovely conversation about being courteous. Courtesy, his 3-year-old daughter, was learning what her name meant! Ben was born and raised in Alameda. And each time he said my name, it was Ms. Schumacher. I told him he could call me Marilyn...but that's not how he was taught. Bummer. It must be my gray hair...that makes people call me Ms.