Years ago I heard a story about a woman who checked into a somewhat upscale hotel without any luggage. She didn’t even have her purse or any I.D- somehow it had been left behind.

This was back in the early 1950’s and I’m guessing they let her do this because people were more trusting back then- that and from all accounts the woman was well dressed, well spoken and by appearances seemed like a  real lady.

At any rate, it was on it’s way she told the Hotel Clerk- in fact it was going to be showing up any minute so could she just check into her room- it had been a long day.

The Clerk let her check in and the next morning when the maid went into the room they found the woman dead, sitting in a chair facing the window.

They authorities would only ever learn one thing about the woman- she was dead from cyanide poisoning- an odd thing to use to kill yourself,  but that was the cause of death and that’s what was reflected on the death certificate.

The woman’s luggage never did show up, and no one ever came forward to I.D Jane Doe- and somewhere in Seattle under a little grey stone with numbers on it- probably overgrown with grass now is a woman who according to some never existed.

So I wonder.

Can a person who never existed-

Truly Ever Die?

My friend sent me this picture and asked me what I thought about it.

I said I hate flowers, especially cut flowers- I can’t stand the smell of cut flowers. My friend knows that. I thought he was being a smarty-pants.

My friend sent me another e-mail with those little smiley faces that move around and in big red  letters that said I was a dingbat and to LOOK at the picture.

So I did.

What do you know.

It wasn’t all about flowers.

Sometimes the obvious isn’t always obvious.

Especially if you’re not paying attention