During surgery I took a little walk over to the cemetery to visit Susan B. Anthony and Frederick Douglass' graves. I saw this guy wading in the pond that is used for ice skating and knew Gail would be there with him if she weren't under anesthesia. I found Susan's grave with no trouble but not Frederick's. I was content to say hi to his statue.
By the time I got back to the hospital there was an all-out effort to search the pond. Nothing was ever found, but the firefighter who drove the truck up on the curb and got it hung up might have wanted to hide under the ice until the news cameras and tow trucks left.
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