Well said, Rick.

Art, it's not necessarily any particular religious or sales or whatever group. It's people who come to MY door, interupting MY time, to sell/give/whatever ME something I don't WANT.

The little waif who stands on my porch with sad eyes until I find some $5 trinket in her box of junk for sale (but can't tell me what I'm supporting by making a purchase) is equally disturbing as the Nazarene (yes, we've got them, too)who won't believe that I might have my own road to heaven.

If I wanted lightbulbs, I would go to the store and buy them; if I felt a burning need to change religions, I'd visit several area churches until I found one that meets my needs.

The few hours a week that I'm at home, I'd like to spend doing the things that make me, me. Not defending my political, religious, or economical view points. If "doorknockers" would accept an "I'm sorry, I'm not interested" and leave, or respect "No Solicitations, Please" signs, perhaps the world would be a better place.

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