The Lost Weekend – Without Ray Milland

So, a great many of young people don’t know who Ray Milland is; well, if they want a true education they had better learn. He is known for The Lost Weekend and back when older movie stars eagerly agreed to be on Columbo, he was the one in which Peter Falk stuck a potato is a tail pipe. I know, never mind.

But, on Saturday morning I got a call in Fairborn, Ohio that the house in LaGrange had been broken into. So I ate lunch at City Barbeque and then headed back. You see, I have my priorities straight. I sent Der Bingle out to get gas in my car and a Hot Head Burrito for the road and while he was gone, I packed up the shortbread cookies with only a wee bit of guilt.

The sheriff deputies had gone through the house with drawn guns and the window was fixed by the time I got there. It was a quiet time – surrounded by drawers pulled out and emptied – and I established a presence and picked up a little. Then I sat and read and nibbled on shortbread and burrito and peanut butter and planned how I would eventually clean up. I did that Saturday night, all day Sunday and the entire morning today.

I am now resting from all that reading and carbohydrating. Der Bingle, somewhat miffed by the disappearance of all the shortbread, has dubbed me the Carbohydrate Queen. A small price to pay. However, I believe I wasn’t thinking about the long term. Now when I go to the Ohio Redoubt, I will probably have to ask on bended knee for shortbread and be blindfolded while it is removed from a locked place. That price is higher.