I live in a nice neighborhood which is slowy becoming, shall we say, marginal. Actually, it's still OK. The only house that bothers me is a duplex diagonally across the street. The residents change every 8 months or so, and they all seem to be of the same ilk. My fear is that my Shooting Sportsman or American Rifleman will be mistakenly put in somebody else's (like THEIR) mailbox. (Hats off to the Double Gun Journal. There's NO indication of gun content anywhere on that cardboard "box".) A couple years ago I had a hard-won refund check from the city water dept. delivered to the wrong house. The rat there actually cashed it, successfully. No follow-up reprimand to criminal forger OR bank teller who cashed it. It's great to see this country get more and more ridiculous, isn't it?