I was not looking forward to my evening.
I had to find the title to Wild Bill. In itself, that is not so bad. However, it forced me to start pulling out boxes of receipts, papers and knick-knacks.
I pulled 5 boxes out of the closet and started making stacks: family history, reading and receipts.
After an hour and half of futility, I went online to research getting a duplicate title.
10-40 days…
“That won’t work. I don’t want my wife to have to spend hours at the DMV…Lord, it would really be nice to find this title.”
Back to the stacks…
Thirty minutes later, I was getting bleary eyed. I had to call it a night.
I said good night to my wife and as I turned to head upstairs to go to bed, my eyes came upon across a white 9″ X 12″ envelope full of papers that I had laid on the top of the back of the couch.
I decided to go through it.
Would you believe that three pages from the bottom of the stack, I found Wild Bill’s title!
Why was it there? I have no idea.
But it is now safely residing in the folder labeled “DMV”.
