Where Have You Gone, George Corbett?

Life

About a month ago, on a misty night, Sari & I were taking Plaza Street East on our way back home from Park Slope. As we walked along, I spotted something strange. Lying there on the trunk of a car was a Canon Sure Shot (in a vinyl protective case) and a bunch of papers. Going up to investigate, we discovered the camera contained a partially shot roll of film and, among the miscellaneous papers, newspaper clippings, and bank receipts, a little red notebook. The items obviously hadn’t been there for long, because it being so windy and wet, they were still relatively dry and undisturbed. But there was literally no one else around.

Needless to say, my curiosity was piqued by the mystery. Had someone been mugged, and the contents of their bag dumped there by the thief? Or was there another reason for their abandonment on that particular street, that particular car? We decided to gather everything up and try to return them to the rightful owner. Leafing through the papers and the notebook, we determined that they belong to a guy named George Corbett. Unfortunately, everything in the little collection is almost three years old, with the most recent dates being late 2002. There are a couple of contact numbers in the notebook, but two of them are out of service, and the third has an automated message which has so far not resulted in anyone calling me back. Other papers point to Corbett being a resident of Valley Stream, but none of my Internet searches have revealed any such person.

Besides the mystery angle, I find a certain connection to Corbett because he was such a pack-rat. I mean, he’s got old horoscopes, coupons, notes on napkins, index cards — a guy after my own heart! I wanna do the right thing and reunite George with his stuff. I know if I were him, I would want it back.

But this is were it gets creepy: from what I’ve been able to piece together, back in 2002 George was in school, at Nassau Community College. His major? Mortuary Science! So what’s next? The obvious, right? Develop the pictures in the camera. But you just know they’ll reveal something grisly. I’m not sure I wanna know.

Where’s a good private investigator when you need one?

9 thoughts on “Where Have You Gone, George Corbett?

  1. Kurtzman says…
    The way this story goes if it’s an EC comic is that the pictures Are grisly, and the last pic in the roll will be grisly, too. And OF GeoCorbett. And through the window, in the background of the pic of dear, late George, will be the trunk of the very car you saw the stuff on….

      1. Re: Kurtzman says…
        Nah, develop the pics, man. Reality is stranger than fiction, but never as threatening as my imagination. Life is nOt an EC comic.
        And you’ll have to Post thos pics, now, ya unnerstan’.

      1. Re: Kurtzman says…
        Shudder!!!!! I wish the truth were as creepy as that (although that picture would be me in a pair of goofy checked shorts and Tevas walking down 7th Avenue in Park Slope – about as un-scary as you can get).
        Anyhoo, see my latest entry on this topic…

    1. Re: Shutterbog Follies
      you’re so right! i didn’t even make the connection.
      okay, i guess the consensus is i gotta develop the roll…

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