Man. I haven’t listened to King of the Road in a while, but thanks to Mr 1537 and Mr Ladano I was on something of a wave earlier. Anyway, that was halted when over the warm and somewhat scuzzy sounds I heard a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. It happened to be the post man. He was bearing a very flat parcel. Approximately 13.5″ x 13.5″ (cursory glance estimation there). “Pour moi?” I asked as he handed it to me. “Grazie”. I closed the door. Opened that thing … Fu Manchu off … see ya’ll in a while.