This afternoon, while I'm ironing a shirt, the phone rings.

As is my custom, I answer it.

"Mr. ... Dusky?" the unfamiliar voice asks, followed by, "Did I pronounce that correctly?"

I correct him. He goes into his spiel, telling me how his company has saved consumers hundreds of dollars per year on their phone bills and blah, blah, blah ...

I roll my eyes, sigh and put the phone down. I go back to ironing my shirt -- a process that takes several minutes to complete.

I go back to hang up the phone. Before I do, I inexplicably say, "hello?"

The guy is still there! "Mr. Doskoch!" he exclaimed -- with no small degree of relief.

I pulled the trigger and hung up.

I'm in the process of looking for new digs. I have not looked at newspaper classifieds, and the online versions I've seen are terrible compared to Craigslist.

You can add photos to a Craigslist ad, offer up an extensive description and a Google Map link.

If someone is trying to BS people or scam them, they will be called on it. And there are occasional rants.

While the search utility could be better, I'm amazed that it's still better than online newspaper offerings.

And it's free.