Using my wits and reasonable strength, given my age, I withdrew the padded envelope that contained the replacement knob from my assigned highway mailbox, placed it on the passenger seat of my automobile, then with excitement stirring within me, I returned to my humble abode. There, with great care, I transported the envelope to the innards of my house, carried the precious cargo to the nearest 30 inch high flat surface (table), opened the envelope with a pair of surgical scissors, removed the knob and admired it. Then I approached the dryer, and with nervous excitement, I removed the clamp pliers that had substituted for the know from the dryer control timer shaft, and gently and reverently placed the new, pristine, thirty-three dollar knob on the shaft. In order to test it efficacy, I chose an article of damp clothing, placed it in the drying chamber, closed the door, then set the time at the appropriate point using the new knob, and pressed the "start" button. Voila! It worked. Mission accomplished. I slept well that night sans the nightmares I had been suffering over the loss of the old knob. Which, incidentally. I buried, with ceremony, in the field next door. Deep, so that critters would not dig it up and attempt to control a household appliance with it.