Yesterday the mailman bought me a box of fudge. You really didn't have to do that, but I appreciate it very much and I now feel like a true Silve Stater.
I don't remember if I gave you my real name, but I am sure I never gave you my address. (I would be willing to give both to almost anyone who would send me fudge.) So I am puzzled how you found me. Did you ever work for the CIA?