Meth is a problem everywhere, even in my little town. (It seems especially bad in some small towns in some states.) I found a homemade crack pipe thrown over the fence into my back yard once. It was made out of a plastic water bottle, chewing gum and a straw. I had police officers on my block for something I think was unrelated, and I told them about it. They asked to see it, and I dug it out of the trash and handed it across the fence. They acted like I was handing them a poisonous snake! Sheesh.

I really hate that in order to get a medicine for my husband's colds we have to give a driver's license and "register", for one little measly box of pills. And not just once--every single time you buy something in our state, no matter what store, they have to check your id and fill out information. I just don't take the medicine--I'm never that sick, but my husband needs it sometimes.

Why is meth called P in New Zealand? What does the P stand for?

Karen