First off, I'm a HUGE fan of snail mail and the post office. Back in grade school and high school, I used the post office a lot, corresponding with friends and relatives around the world. I also made friends with postal workers at the University post office. I even collected stamps. Up to this day, in this age of emails and instant messaging and social networks, I still use the post office. There is this warm feeling you get when you fold paper into an envelope, lick the seal, and rub the stamp. SMTP transactions, RFC 821, 5321, and 5322 don't sound as exciting as the way mail travels down the chute, over conveyor belts, sorted, stacked, stamped, labelled, tied up and bagged, transported over long distances, down rugged roads, across the rivers and oceans, on to your doorstep or mailbox. But enough of nostalgia. I write you today to tell you how much I'm hurt, how I feel so disappointed and betrayed. You see, the packages I expected to arrive a month ago is still ...