These e-mails would come in over the last few years. Sad. Like finding a message in a bottle from the crew of a disabled ship drifting helplessly in the ocean ... uh, before radios and radar and ...

I am a gopher. See my tiny paws. See them furiously digging and digging and digging. Little puffs of dirt and soil are thrown haphazardly over my little shoulders. My tiny brain was completely ...