Bread and water would be easy to do without. My AOL Connection is something else. It has been five days and nights now since I could just click on my little orange AOL dot and get on with the business of communicating. AOL says they are working on my site. I’ve got eye doctors to take care of that. They might be working on my sound too and I’ve got the V.A. people serving that need. Right now AOL has me in such a tizzy that I think I need someone working on my sanity. I’ve been working on this newsletter and blog and God knows if my wife Jean will find a way to send it out. She has performed more than one miracle in this past four days of maltreatment.
You know how many sites ask you to enter your E-mail address? Well when I enter mine now I get a message that AOL doesn’t recognize. What is it? My new collection of wrinkles on my face. Is it that bad? I still have my hair and my facial bone structure is the same. AOL, it’s me! Let me in! Let me in! If you are reading this you will know that sweet wife Jean found a way to break through the barrier. If you see or smell smoke coming from my back yard it is only me sending smoke signals to the Occoneechee Indians or their spirits who are are rumored to live on the Occoneechee Mountain just a mile from our home here in Hillsborough, North Carolina.
If any of you readers are acquainted with anyone connected with AOL here in the United States please let me know. It seems that Jean has talked with representatives at locations all over the world without solving our problem. We keep reading and hearing “It’s not you, it’s us.”
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