About 10 minutes ago I sent an e-mail to the closer of the two lodges near me. I got the address from their web site, which is a hand-built affair. About 5 minutes later my message bounced back due to a full mailbox.
My inner geek cries, "It's 2007! How can there not be somebody answering e-mail! That's all I need to know about this lodge, I'm moving on!"
My inner Boy Scout taps my inner geek on the shoulder and says, "Spam happens. Also, if you joined that lodge you could provide a lot of help with the web site."
Tomorrow I shall endeavor to contact them by means of that infernal telephone contraption, if I can still remember how to operate it.
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