No, that's not the call of Jehovah's Witnesses coming to my door. It's the call of parents who need my services again. Basically, they decided that they wanted to take some of their stuff with them when they move to Tucson later this year and they didn't want to pay for movers. So they asked if I might be willing to drive a Ryder truck from Connecticut out to Tucson later this year. They'd pay for all of my expenses and I'd do the cross-country drive once again.
One of these days, they'll establish some kind of frequent-flier miles equivalent program for drivers, and I'll get some super prize like a free big screen HDTV. Or my own arcade. Or something of that magnitude.