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The Mystery of Mom Wednesday, Jul. 30, 2003 - 4:24 a.m. I talked to Paul for a while late last night. His children were out in the yard, having a lot of fun with binoculars, watching satellites cross the night skies. (Note to self: send Paul's family a postcard reminding them about the Perseids next month.) His news about my mother is as follows: He checked the hall of records, and he called the principal cemeteries in the area -- and found that from the year 1995 to the present day -- 1995 being the year of my mother's death -- absolutely nobody by the name of Jo Ann Landerman was buried, interred, inurned, or otherwise dealt with in a 'final resting place / memorial' context. No headstone, no eternal flame, no plaque on a memorial wall anywhere. In short, I don't know what Dad did with Mom. And Dad apparently never told me the truth. So I have something of a mystery on my hands, and I'm really looking forward to getting it solved. Thanks for what you were able to do for me, Paul. I shall never forget this. Oh, and thanks for the recipe for the apple-filled pork chops, too. If I don't screw anything up, it will most certainly beat the Shinola out of Shake & Bake. :) I'll let you know how it comes out. --- We had two lightning strikes this morning, fairly close to here. I bet they struck the Golden Gate Bridge. Nothing blinked here, though, and it didn't rain, so I decided to stay online and finish this. It's been an interesting night; I've been reading my mother's journal, and looking at all of the autographs in her yearbook. In her junior year, most of her friends wrote very discreet inscriptions about one thing -- so I guess the next mystery to solve is to find out what she did that one summer out in the backyard with a guy named George. If she was anything like I was at the age of sixteen, I have an idea. ---
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