Random scribblings and thoughts about writing, publishing and the entire letters to dollars process.
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Back in August, Saturday, August 1st to be exact, I put my car under me and highballed it to Indianapolis. I stayed at the Conrad and had a great time tearing it up with Mike and Doc Bitterman. So today while I was sitting in my car in a parking lot and contemplating the necessity of going to the supermarket to pick up the one thing that I forgot to buy yesterday (laundry detergent), I noticed that a CD had escaped its storage place and was resting on the console.
Being a naturally neat and tidy person, I scooped everything out and stacked it so it would fit. During the process, here's what I found.
A genuine portrait of Ulysses S. Grant, the 18th President of our United States, surrounded by some very interesting news and numbers. Evidently, I (or someone else, who is now out fifty smackers) had misplaced this little beauty in one of my less lucid moments. Then I found the note that went along with it.
How about that? I remember that I tipped the valet when I picked up my car, and I'm glad I did. Whoever he was - and I know it was a he, because I watched him drive my car off so as to make sure he could handle a standard transmission - he could have kept the $50. I'd have never found it or missed it.
I think I'll write a letter to the Conrad hotel management and include a few photos. Maybe they can run the guy down and thank him.