Random scribblings and thoughts about writing, publishing and the entire letters to dollars process. Includes copious notes about politics and everyday life.
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.