by Marsha L. » Wed Sep 10, 2008 5:22 pm
This is an oddball situation. I won't post any names - I won't even post the street we live on, just to protect privacy.
I live in an apartment in the Highlands. Last Saturday, I noticed as I was leaving for work that a man I'd never seen before (not particularly telling, I don't take that much notice of the comings-and-goings except in my particular building) was heaving boxes of belongings out onto the sidewalk across the street from me. His body language told me he was angry. The manner in which he was throwing things down said he had no respect for stuff's owner. I figured it was either a divorce or eviction situation.
Now it is Wednesday. The stuff is still there and has been scattered all over the block. When I was walking to the store yesterday, I saw a lot of books and photographs and couldn't help but stop and sift through a few things. There were checkbooks....tax records including social security numbers...WEDDING PHOTOS...novels....much, much sheet music and choral music scores....reams of notebooks with notes from U of L classes, class syllabuses, hundreds and hundreds of photos, etc. Really personal stuff. All the stuff that had signatures or names or account id's had the same woman's name. For some reason, it really bothered me. Later, I walked back across the street and knocked on the door. I had to knock several times. A man answered the door - obviously I'd interrupted his dinner. I asked him if it was okay if I took some of the books. He said "sure, take whatever you want!". Then I told him I lived across the street and asked him if "Greta" (not her real name) was okay - did she get evicted? (even though I've always been pretty sure she was the homeowner). He said "she's fine - I'll tell her you asked about her." He also said "I'm getting a divorce and she's helping me out. We found all that shit in the attic." Then he closed the door in my face.
I "googled" *Greta* when I got home. She is/was the choral director at a local church and a local high school, and I think formerly a music director at U of L. I called a U of L professor I know and he wasn't familiar with her name. I left a voice mail at her church and attempted to send her an e-mail at the high school (which was returned as undeliverable.)
I have a weirdly bad feeling about this. Probably I should mind my own business, yes? What would you do?
Marsha Lynch
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