Profound observation, MariaRose.

Missions for no reason. I remember a few of those way back when. Those were the days! As I recall they could be a great deal of fun. Thanks for the stroll down amnesia lane.

The more I think about it, I'm afraid that we had a purpose that night. I'm thinking that we were playing paddleball in the dark and we lost the ball (imagine that!) causing the aforementioned flashlight run. Any guy will tell you that a tool has to be broken down to its most basic elements, explaining the liberation of the clear lens.

Could we have been looking for remnants of Frankie's sparkler? That should get the all-knowing Otto going.

See how old age has made me into a conspiracy theorist?

I'll be out of town on business for a couple of days with no internet access. Maybe I'll be able to remember the search target from way back when. Take care everyone.