City of Angels or City of Ghosts? The Mysterious Reappearance of My Phone.

Quick review: I stayed at a long-time friend’s house in LA this past Sunday, a house that just happened to be Ozzie & Harriet’s back in the day. (Rumor has it that Ozzie haunts the place – he died there.) I spent the night in Ricky Nelson’s old bedroom and the next morning, I could not find my phone. Of course, I’d turned it off to sleep, so I couldn’t call it and follow the ring. I tore the place apart, went through all my bags, told my friend, she searched with me – all to no avail. I had to head back to Nashville without it, and she promised me she’d search the room all over again with her housekeeper.

This morning I get a call from my friend. She and her housekeeper spent most of yesterday morning inspecting every inch of Ricky’s room and found - nothing. She finally gave up, and decided to get ready for a lunch date by taking a shower in the attached bathroom. She finishes up, grabs a towel, walks back into the bedroom - and steps on my phone!!! Sitting in the middle of the floor!!! It’s now on its way back to me, after having been who knows where. Hollyweird indeed.