Wednesday, January 12, 2005

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"You know my tongue scraper?" he says as he walks into my room at the Hotel.
"I thought I had it packed in my little green bag."
"What's a tongue scraper?" Clint wanted to know.
"It a special knife you use to scrape your tongue."
"Why would you want to do that, Bups?" Drew asked.
"For sweet breath."
My dad likes to be prepared for any kissing opportunity. His pockets alway contain mints or gum - just in case...
"Anyways..." I prod his story along.
"I thought I had it in my bag. So I looked and looked. Then I put my hand under the bottom on the inside and lifted up the hard piece. Look what I found."
He opens his hand and shows us a good-sized wad of American $100 dollar bills.
"Must have tucked these in there the last time we went to California."

That was 5 years ago.

Last September, while sorting through items for their garage sale, a fat roll of cash was found stuffed into the right toe of his old ski boots.

My parents bought a piece of property overlooking the river. They will be building a lovely Victorian home and moving from the farm sometime next year. Believe me when I say that the ol homestead, including the barns will be swept through with a fine toothed comb. No cupboard will be left unchecked, no item will be thrown out until we are satisfied all hidden stashes have been uncovered.

It'll be a treasure hunt with no map and no clues.

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