If I go missing, don’t put my photo on milk cartons, phone the police or the FBI. Just call the University of Georgia Alumni Association and they’ll find me in a New York minute. Alumni associations could locate people who have gone down with the Titanic. It’s ironic. The mail I want gets lost, ripped or arrives late (the occasional check sent by PayPal-phobic clients). Financial appeals from the UGAAA? They find me pronto. Private investigators could learn a lot from these pit bulls. Sorry. In the case of UGA, I must say they could learn lots from these Bulldogs.