The hunt is on. Correction…the hunt never ended, it just took a break. It takes frequent breaks, especially when the days seem like they’re really only twenty or so hours, and things seem to take longer than expected. So, now I’m back in the game.

In between writing and taking pictures and everything else, I have managed to fit in a bit of genealogy research, a military registration card for the husband of my great, great-aunt. I suppose it’s something else I could include in a story. Imagine that…some sort of horror or science fiction story built around a found military registration card. Sounds good to me. I could set it at the Tidewater Hotel where my great, great-aunt’s husband worked as a barber. Maybe the story could start a little like this.

The bald man sat down in Benjamin’s chair. He unfolded his newspaper and started reading right away. He didn’t speak a single word to Benjamin, never even looked at him, really. No. He just acted like it made all the sense in the world that a bald man would take a seat in a barber chair when the only hairs on his head were his eyelashes and his eyebrows.

Sarah Florence Norris was born in North Carolina and lived in North Carolina for a while and maybe even Georgia. At some point in time, she moved to Newport News, Virginia. I think she was married to Benjamin Normant by that time. I’m still checking on that one. But they did have a son, Benjamin Normant, Jr. I think he may have died in March of 1981. It would be great to see his death certificate. Virginia can be a little funny about those sorts of things, though.