Some years ago Jim Garrard, up in New York, and I traded chips. I live in Cincinnati, so you would figure a couple days each way. well, I got his chip pretty quick but, after a week he had not received mine. We figured give it another week....nothing. We had traded many times so no one was pulling a fast one. I had extras of the chip so I send him one and all was good. So time passes. Actually, two years and one week later. The postman knocks on Jim's door. "Here's your package, it fell behind the mail truck's seat. We were cleaning it out and found it". So just be patient.