This is a DOUBLE ROAK!
First Roak: a former quartet member of California One (a quartet my dad sang in for ten years) took the time to write a very nice letter about our dad and sent along copies of a sketch he had made of Jim all suited up for a bike ride. It was especially nice because it arrived on my birthday. Thank you Rene'! But how did it get delivered with the incorrect street number 17 shown in the address?

Second Roak: The letter and sketches were misdelivered to an address four blocks away on a street where there was a number 17.  The customs tag on Rene's envelope specified "sketches done by sender and a sympathy letter" so the resident of #17 felt compelled to find the correct recipient. She tried the internet but came up empty because the envelope was addressed to my maiden name. She went on foot and canvassed the neighborhood for anyone on the correct street who might know a Kathleen Saunders. A few people knew of a home where a Kathleen lived and so she delivered the envelope there. Then she used reverse directory to get the phone number and called to alert the residents of #14 about the envelope. Happy ending!

That is exactly the kind of thing Jim would have done in the same determined fashion until he had made things right.