These days when national and world news is only slightly less painful than having an infected wisdom tooth removed with a miniature jackhammer, there is a temptation to beg, borrow, or steal a few acres of trembling earth in the geographic center of the Okefenokee Swamp, build a floating log cabin, and live in blissful ignorance amongst the alligators and black bears. No doubt it would be safer than Chicago or California, and without television, computers or cell phones, there would be no politicians asking for my vote and access to my wallet. I could use a hollow log for a mailbox and my mailman might be a 21st Century version of a Pony Express Rider who enjoys the swamp solitude and is open to the idea of replacing his horse with a canoe.