the details. I doubt Sally will be telling anyone about it and I know I won't bring the subject up to anyone. Atwater would have shot me in cold blood had not our wonderful neighbor stepped in."

"I'll say it again: Thank God for Sally McBride."

"If there's one thing advancing age keeps reinforcing to me, it's that the basic things in life are the best. I don't care if I ever dine in another fancy, over-priced restaurant or sit on a chair worth a million bucks, I'd rather have the best wife in the world," he said as he gestured to Connie, "and a neighbor like Sally McBride."

"And a goat like Linda?"

"And a goat like Linda."

"And two big-mouthed meezers?"

"And two big-mouthed meezers."

"And a good baseball cap?"

"And a good baseballHe removed the contents which consisted of utility bills, a real estate tax bill, and a couple of other mailings addressed to someone in charge. He put everything back and looked at the front of the brown envelope. Someone had written an address on it by hand. He snapped a picture of it. He noticed the same handwriting was on the daily sign-in sheet and chore chart. He snapped photos of those. In his experience, women usually had neater handwriting than most men did, so he judged the handwriting, or half-writing half-printing as it were, as that belonging to a male. Still no sign of the desk clerk anywhere, he quietly opened the middle drawer of the desk and looked through its contents. He read some notes and