Friday, October 26, 2012
So it was Halloween. Or maybe only almost Halloween. There may have been a costume party in one or more of the bars, or perhaps I just decided to wear a costume. I'm pretty sure I came with my friend, because while I might have had the nerve to walk into a bar alone, I can't quite imagine I'd do so in costume. It was, I thought, kind of a cute costume - a circa 1910 bathing dress, probably real, that I borrowed from my sister. In hindsight, it was a little frumpy. It was pretty chilly out, but I left my jacket in the car, because it didn't go with the costume. The jacket was a 1970s model puffy down parka with velco pocket closures. I always stashed my purse under the seat of the car, because purses are a nuisance when you're dancing. The evening passed and eventually I returned to my car. My first thought was that I left the window open, but I quickly realized my window had been broken out. My jacket and my purse were gone. I had my keys and my license on me. I think I decided not to report the crime until the next day, although it also seems possible that I went to the nearby police station and was told to come back the next day. If you follow the blog closely as I'm certain nobody does, you're now thinking that I was a serial victim in my youth, but not so. You now know about the only two times my wallet was ever stolen. And nothing worse ever happened.
The next day I reported the burglary to the Pasadena Police, who I believe never solved the crime. Later that same next day I got a call from a man who lived in the Castle Green and took daily walks around Central Park and had spotted my wallet in or near a trash can including sufficient identity to contact me. I think I got just about everything back with the wallet. I don't know that I even had credit cards in those days; it was probably mostly photographs. The purse and the jacket were not found. The nice man who found my wallet stuff I think had some position of importance vis a vis the Castle Green. His name was something like Robert Hall. I picked my wallet remains up from him, I think, and he gave my an abbreviated tour of the lobby. Although it is possible he mailed the wallet to me and I met him and got the tour some months later on an unrelated occasion. I sent him a thank you note with a good luck charm. I miss that down jacket sometimes when I'm cold. Sometimes I miss the old bars of Old Town Pasadena, and being young and not so wise.
Long post about not much. A lucky charm as a prize for anyone who read the whole thing and can prove it. I like the painting. I've had pretty good painting luck lately. I'm glad I stuck around in the damp weather and finished it, and talked my fellow painters into staying too.