LOST!

Somewhere coming home we lost the laptop! My cute little Toshiba Satellite; I am totally surprised that I am unaffected. Granted I might be I shock but I do not think so. I have almost everything on the Toshiba backed up on the big computer system or burnt to CD so I am cool—just a little inconvenienced. Who knows, we are still checking with Delta and the airports and the system still might show up. We are also checking with our homeowners policy to see if the Toshiba might be covered there as well. We do need to computers in this household with the amount of work each of us does on a system at home.

Before I left on the Philly trip I called the hotel once and I know Dianne checked at least twice and who ever we spoke with assured us there was accessible shuttles from the airport. What they did not say was the shuttles the airport run are accessible but do not go all the way to our hotel and the hotel shuttles is not accessible at all. So, we land in Philly and are immediately stuck at 8:30 in the evening trying to get to the hotel and no transportation. I could not believe it. I could find no taxi outfits in the city that had accessible transportation—there really must be but I could not find such a thing after hours on a Sunday night. There was however, the train; and I know trains. I found the train went from the airport to within two blocks of the Marriott where we were booked. Amazing! If I were born again I would have shouted Praise the Lord! I knew what we had to do…it was the only thing we could do. I would send Dianne ahead in a taxi ( better yet she found the airport shuttle) and I would “train” in. In all honesty I was more then a little spooked pondering such a trip in a strange city on a strange train—these feelings of angst were more reinforced when I descended to the “C” of the “underground’ and there were folks, homeless folk and others all over the area sleeping, panhandling and making me reexamine my ideals of comfort. But I was cool, I turned up my stocking cap which read “FBI” and rolled up trying to look coolly mean as I could—I am sure I looked like total mddle aged “out of towner”. Am surprised I did not get rolled right then and there. I did not. I found a transit cop who directed me to my train and I was gone. The upside was I qualified for the disabled fare which was $1.50!!!

When I got into the city and I surfaced from the train I was a bit uneasy. I had asked questions on how to get to the hotel. You know “ left, left then straight, two blocks” I never get these right. But, I astounded myself and made it right to the Marriott—I almost missed it because I am used to Salt Lake Blocks I have found all other City blocks are much, much smaller. I almost zipped past the turns I was supposed to make. I got right to the hotel.

The reason for this diatribe is to show the amount of work I had to experience getting to the hotel from the air terminal—reverse this and there was similar trauma getting back. Now, bare in mind, that Dianne had ALL the luggage—which included the Toshiba. Some where along the line the Toshiba was left behind. I am hoping, almost praying that the Toshiba will turn up. It should. We really do need two systems—this guy is going into for reboot surgery today. I don’t know when I’ll be able to write again…and post.

For those of yopu who study ghost stuff thougt you might be intrested in this image. Taken infornt of an "Old Town" shop...I have one image with no marks and then this image with definet ghost imaging...