I should have known that my shipment of a week's worth of The Boston Globe from my dear sister Honoria would have been the talk of the camp. Is it my fault that the mail-or in this case the newspaper delivery was so darn slow? I knew I should have kept my paper to myself. Before I knew what was happening, the whole place wanted my beloved paper! Imagine, people caring about sports or the weather in Boston, or whatever was happening. However, in my harshness, I'm afraid I've lost the respect of my colleagues and for that, I am sorry.