More mysteries…

I’ve learned that for the past 16 years, our new, old house was occupied by a bachelor whom everyone called Spud.

He had asthma.

He liked whiskey.

He had 2 nieces and a nephew, all with names beginning with “D”, and he saved their school photos.

He kept a post office box in the next town over, where he received mail addressed to an alias, “Court Bar”, from a Talent Agency.

(No news about the mysterious woman, or the hats, or the kitchen cabinet art, but I will keep searching!)