"Did You Just See That Coach Flaming Across The Mall Parking Lot?"

Once, during the brief time between parking my car and walking into a Cincinnati mall, my purse caught on fire. I smelled smoke, looked around me assuming someone’s car was overheating in the humid summer weather and instead noticed a black plume of smoke coming out of my usually calm brown Coach bag. I have to admit my shock as I stopped, dropped the expensive handbag, and attempted to roll it across the parking lot. I found that an overly dramatic and attention-seeking book of matches had miraculously lit themselves to start my most unusual purse fire.

Tales from the grave

I was giving Dan some additional instructions for my funeral the other day. I was including ANOTHER story that should be told about me after I am gone.

I got worried that I had so many stories I wanted people to hear, that maybe we needed to be better organized. It occurs to me the stories could be arranged by subject, that way people could come in to hear what they were most interested in without it taking up their entire day. The subjects might be things like post office, public transportation, dreams, mental health, celebrity sightings, the homeless, and travel disasters.

At this point it occurs to Dan he might forget a story or two and it would help if I write them down. Now these stories will have a home under the label eulogy, and I can relax again about my funeral plans.