I wrote some time ago about my adventures with my Lifeline button - mainly that I bumped it accidentally, thereby setting off an alarm that had neighbor Dan rushing over to see if I was okay (he and Denise are first on the call list). When I dutifully dialed the number on the back of the Lifeline thing to say I was okay, a pleasant voice answered, “Murphy’s Pizza, may I help you?” I like pizza as well as the next person, but not so much as to have it delivered from Tyler, Texas.