My mail included the usual: Pizza flyers, hearing device ad, a dentist who wants my business, two bills and a letter from the CEO of General Motors. Mary wants me to know that the ignition switch I had no idea I needed is waiting for me at my local Chevy dealership. Say what? I’m the lucky recipient of a recall notice? Wasn’t the dealership from whom I bought my car five months ago supposed to tell me about this? So I’ve got Mary’s assurance that the replacement part won’t cost me a cent. You bet your sweet ass it won’t.