Ok, I’m officialy rady to get the hell out of Virginia, no offense to Virginians, but the weather’s gotta be better back in Michigan. This heavy rainy stuff (It’s so unlike the rain in Michigan I don’t even want to call it rain) – it’s like a state-wide wet chemical peel.
Anywho – I’ve been inside most of the time checking through box after box of Mary’s papers. So far I feel like the guys combing the desert in ‘Spaceballs’ – I ain’t found sh*t. Not a word about Artie anywhere. I did find out that old man Moskowitz made more trips to the hospital through the years than many doctors do. Apparently everything was wrong with him.
I also found a couple nifty pocket steno pads that had the prices Mary paid for apparently everything in her life. Corn 7 cans for a dollar in 1972 oh boy! glad she wrote all this down.
I also found a bunch of photos of ??? They’re all b&w – groups of younger women. Tom recognizes some of them as Mary, but with nothing written on their backs we have no idea who the others are. It’s sort of odd that we didn’t find one picture with a man in it. Not one! Sort of odd me thinks.
What else did I find – well I found out that if I sit for more than ten minutes in an awkward position I won’t be able to stand for several minutes & as a bonus I get to feel tingles throughout my legs. I also found out that Mary had a huge collection of ashtrays, although Tom doesn’t think she or old man Moskowitz smoked. I’m begininng to wonder about Mary’s mental health status.
There’s really nothing to report – no funny anecdotes, no car chases, no stunt men, nothing. Although my eyes are burning like crazy from focusing on so many pieces of paper. I’m hoping to be back in Michigan in the next day or so, depending on when we can get the private jet. I had to promise Tom that there’d be no more antics.
No animals were hurt in the writing of this blog.
peace.
