Let Us Not Forget...

the man whose house I was raised in, has gone away on one business trip in his life. That same day, due to nothing but total coincidence, a flick of a light switch caused a short, which set the house on fire. Did he own the place in Bedford at that point? Had there been another 'golf-pro love letter' found, recently, before then? These are questions we may never know the answers to. However, we will know that, if these things were true, that would mean, it was something less savory than a pure attempt to collect insurance.