I threw out about a dozen phone books last night; I have a bad habit of picking up whatever is on the porch and just placing it on a table just inside the door, and they piled up. Finally, I drug the receptacle to the curb this morning. As I was walking back up the driveway, I'll be just diddly-dipped if there was not ANOTHER telephone book sitting on the porch. UNBELIEVABLE. I, no more, understand the desire to oversaturate the population with phone books than the man in the moon. It's like if I blink, another one appears!