My dad is telling that weird story about how we really own a house in California again. He is claiming now that he flies out to work in Santa Fe as a bartender. I don't know what he's up to. He's turning into grandma (his mom -- the one who a few years ago disappeared for a week and reemerged married to a 25 year old Mexican whom she'd convinced she was only 40.)
Anyway... in other shifty news, we seem to have found an abadoned stolen wallet in our driveway. Cash and credit cards are all gone, but there's a voter registration and an Arizona Medical Board certification with a name and address. Looks like some tourist got mugged, or maybe pickpocketed. There was a creepy guy around the house a few nights ago (I was asleep but the rest of the family had the displeasure to see him) that came to the door with an idiotic story about how someone was trying to kill him so he needed to be driven out of the neighborhood, so we suspect he's the one that dumped it here. (No one agreed to give him a ride.) Anyway, the wallet owner has the surname Boatwright and lives in Paradise Valley, AZ -- don't suppose anyone knows a phone number?
Anyway... in other shifty news, we seem to have found an abadoned stolen wallet in our driveway. Cash and credit cards are all gone, but there's a voter registration and an Arizona Medical Board certification with a name and address. Looks like some tourist got mugged, or maybe pickpocketed. There was a creepy guy around the house a few nights ago (I was asleep but the rest of the family had the displeasure to see him) that came to the door with an idiotic story about how someone was trying to kill him so he needed to be driven out of the neighborhood, so we suspect he's the one that dumped it here. (No one agreed to give him a ride.) Anyway, the wallet owner has the surname Boatwright and lives in Paradise Valley, AZ -- don't suppose anyone knows a phone number?