We were walking the dog just now. On the top of a low wall was one of those nice maps that AAA doesn’t give out anymore. This one, I think, was for the Conejo Valley. We don’t live anywhere near there. Sure it was odd, but I didn’t expect Robert’s reaction. (@AlphonseBunter of course.)
“I forgot to tell you. I’ve found maps just like this all over town. One was for British Columbia, one was for Arizona. I don’t remember the others.”
Apparently the map thing has been going on for about a week, not daily, but often enough to be a phenomenon. We have no idea what’s going on, but I was charmed. It reminded me of a prank I pulled back in college.
One of you already knows this story. It was 1979, my freshman year. A friend and I were up til the wee hours reveling in the insight we found in Joseph Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness”. I had a stack of those ubiquitous (well, they were then) 3 x 5 cards. We wrote “Heart of Darkness” symbols on hundreds of them and set out with a bunch of Scotch™ tape. It took the rest of the night, and a bored and amused security guard (my friend was lovely and I was persuasive) but we covered a significant portion of the huge campus. Inside elevators, behind doors, there were buildings I had never been in before and never went back to since. Months later, people still talked about it. I never told. But years later, just before I graduated, I ran across one that had never been removed. It meant more to me than the diploma.
The message of the maps is more obscure. Whoever is doing it, good job!
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