– A thought for the week
An Augusta woman who found some old black-and-white photos in the bottom of a Target shopping cart was able to give them back to their owner Tuesday morning.
Shelley Burges called Monday and told me how she had discovered the pictures last week at the store on Robert C. Daniel Jr. Parkway.
She even shared copies of some of the photographs, one of which ran in Tuesday’s edition of The Augusta Chronicle.
That’s where Doris Cohen, of Augusta, saw it.
She said she shouted, “That’s me! That’s me! What am I doing in the paper?”
Cohen said she had been up until 2 a.m. the night before, searching beneath home furniture for her wedding and engagement photos from 60 years ago.
When she read they had been found at Target, she went to the store when it opened.
Manager Robert Davis said the store then contacted Burges, who quickly arrived to give Cohen her missing pictures.
Cohen had even brought a framed copy of one of the lost photographs from her wall in case anyone doubted the pictures were hers.
Burges said she spent much of Monday unsuccessfully trying to find some Internet connection.
Now, she says, she’s “thankful that I could be a blessing to someone today. And that is positive!”
Said Davis, of Target: “It’s the sort of thing everyone feels good about.”
(And if you look at today’s column online, you’ll find a photo of Burges and Cohen, who met Tuesday at the store.)
TODAY’S JOKE: The GreenJackets’ baseball season is beginning, so here’s some hardball humor:
The Boston Symphony was performing Beethoven’s Ninth. In the piece, there’s a long passage of about 20 minutes during which the bass violinists have nothing to do.
Rather than sit around the whole time looking stupid, some bassists decided to sneak offstage and go to the tavern next door for a quick drink.
After downing several beers in quick succession, one of them looked at his watch.
“Hey! We need to get back!” he said.
“No need to panic,” one of the other bassists said. “I thought we might need some extra time, so I tied the last few pages of the
conductor’s score together with string. It’ll take him a few minutes to get it untangled.”
A few moments later they staggered back to the concert hall and took their places in the orchestra. About this time, a member of the audience noticed the conductor seemed a bit edgy and said as much to her companion.
“Well, of course,” said her companion, “Don’t you see? It’s the bottom of the Ninth, the score is tied, and the bassists are loaded.”