an email I got from my Dad and a place we visited.

We went to North Georgia to an "apple farm" and while scoring some cool munchies,

 I saw this and bought a couple of signed books.

   Here is the Author, he is a Vietnam Veteran that flew helicopters and he was a maintenance pilot

DEAR NEIGHBOR: Hi, Fred, this is Richard, next door. I’ve got a confession to make. I’ve been riddled w/guilt for a few months & have been trying to get up the courage to tell you face-to-face.  At least I’m telling you in this text, & I can’t live w/myself a minute longer w/o your knowing about this. The truth is that, when you’re not around, I’ve been sharing your wife, day & night.  In fact, probably much more than you.  I haven’t been getting it at home recently, & I know that that’s no excuse. The temptation was just too great. I can’t live w/the guilt & hope you’ll accept my sincere apology & forgive me. Please suggest a fee for usage, & I’ll pay you. Regards, Richard NEIGHBOR’S RESPONSE: Fred, feeling very angry & betrayed, grabbed his gun, went next door, & shot Richard, killing him.  He went back home, shot his wife, poured himself a stiff drink & sat down on the sofa.  Fred then looked at his phone & discovered a 2nd text message from Richard. 2ND TEXT MESSAGE: Hi, Fred.  Richard here again.  Sorry about the typo on my last text. I expect you figured it out & noticed that the darned Auto-Correct had changed “wi-fi” to “wife.”  Technology, huh?  It’ll be the death of us all.