I received a call from the Coroner's office today. I told them they had the wrong number.
The Odditarium continues to fill with knickknacks, gimcrackery, and bookkeeping, as well as beekeeping, anthropological specimens, and a rather humdrum collection of curios. What would an Odditarium be without a wing dedicated to cryptozoology? It would be Boston baked beans without any molasses.
I took some algae samples from the canal that runs down the middle of Palmetto Street. I also walked along abandoned railroad tracks running through Kenner, where I eyeballed some potentially revelatory documentary evidence. It was a busy day, when you include important time aimlessly squandered wandering between St. Bernard Avenue and Leonidas Street.
A few minutes ago, I received a text message from the Coroner's office. "We have just discovered that we have been contacting you in error. Please forgive the intrusion and inconvenience. Good hunting!"
It has been a rewarding day.
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