If you've been a magician long enough, you've certainly come across someone who thinks your occupation (or avocation) is going to doom you to a miserable afterlife. I remember that back in the day, circa late 70s, there was a regular ad in The Linking Ring imploring all members to repent their evil ways.
So, the other day, when I received an unexpected letter in the mail (from a total stranger) it wasn't the first time I'd been gifted with the opportunity to repent.
At first I thought the sender might have seen this website, or perhaps that of Anthony Dhark (for whom I provide hosting services), but I don't think that's the case.
Instead, I think that Isadore Monroe (of Bloomfield, CT) probably selected my name from the Chicago phone book. The address he used matches the incomplete address as it appears there, and he's probably just assuming that, as a big city dweller, I'm doomed to a tortuous life, am married, and consider myself to have a family. Well, two out of three ain't bad.
There is one seemingly miraculous thing about this letter. It was mailed without a zip code, with a slightly-wrong address, and it arrived in only 3 days. Now that's enough to shake my world view!