Once, we received a message on voice mail “related to a drawing you entered at Storyland.” My wife retrieved the message and alerted me that it was something about a crooked house. Yes, yes, I recalled that particular sweepstakes! This wasn’t just any old crooked house; it was a whimsical child’s play house, well-built of wood framing and siding, and crooked in a comical way, which would be enormously interesting to my children for about half an hour, and then would just take up a huge chunk of my very limited yard space. But I called back anyway because I win drawings as frequently as everyone else does. Why not see if I won this one and then decline the offer (but take the money!)? The guy I was supposed to speak to had left for the day. I asked his colleague if I’d won something; she was suspiciously evasive on this point. She was also evasive on the name of the outfit that was paying her and her colleague to dial me up. A few more questions revealed that they were trying to sell me a vacation time-share, having used the crooked house random drawing scheme to lure me in and obtain my phone number. Over the ensuing days, I received more messages on voice-mail, the final one claiming to be “your last chance” (at what?). Eventually the calls stopped altogether. So, no crooked child’s play house, but as I note to myself more often that I care to, who needs one of those when you already have a full size crooked house to play in?