Bobbie Cade, aka Limner, sent me a letter a few weeks back. It was dated May 26th. She went all out on the Davy Crockett envelope you see above, even going so far as to persuade the postal clerk to cancel the stamp with a Crockett, TX postmark. (For those of you who don’t get the connection, I live in Crockett, VA.)
Well, the letter was missing. I kept waiting for it to arrive. Bobbie kept trying to track it from her end. Nada.
This morning I mentioned the missing letter to my husband. He asked, “Have you checked in the Bermuda Triangle?”
I had not. But, I did. And, voila…the missing letter has surfaced.
The Bermuda Triangle (Crockett affiliate) is located in my vehicle. Nissan calls it a Door Pocket. I have lost, AND FOUND, my cell phone there twice, as well as various and sundry other items. I don’t know why I don’t just check there first when something goes missing.
Or, stuff it full of something so items don’t fall into it.
Or, stop driving like a maniac, careening around these curvy mountain roads on two wheels, making items skedaddle across the passenger seat only to land in the abyss. Not likely to occur.