Disaster?

Well, the final performance of The Charter -- that was the name of the play, not sure if I ever mentioned that -- turned out to be quite a show. But not in the way anticipated. The play itself went off okay.

But that was not the real drama of the night. As the audience was making its way up from the lower level of the library where the play had been staged, lights suddenly went out. There was a sound of shattering glass accompanied by a few gratuitous screams. The Kappas who had been assigned to help the library security shone flashlights and ordered everyone not to move until the power could be restored.

It only took a couple of minutes to get the lights back. 

Long story short: a specially constructed display case containing two important historical documents belonging to the City of Barona, documents that were the inspiration for Hank's play, had been broken into and the documents stolen. Missing, at any rate.

At this point, that's about all I know. There are all sorts of wild stories about who took the papers and why.

The Kappas could talk of little else this morning at breakfast naturally. They reported that Hank had been regaling Chief Doyle, head of the campus police, with stories about ghosts while the mayor of Barona gesticulated and percolated in the background. But there is no need to burden you with their fancies or Hank's.

If, however, anyone offers to sell you a town charter signed by Abraham Lincoln, let us know, will you?

Meanwhile, it looks like Hank will be hanging around for a while and that my confident predictions that this would all be over last night were too sanguine.