The Canary Chronicles: The Road to Maura

The celebration was off to a rousing beginning. After that we ate, drank, mixed, mingled and everyone seem to be having a genuine good time. I know I was enjoying myself for a change. A word of caution: Never, ever start feeling like things are going well, because the Furies know what you are thinking at all times, and absolutely enjoy playing with your mind and emotions.

Sometime during the evening I realized that I had left my jacket at the table where I had been seated. I went back to the spot where I had left it hanging over a chair, but the jacket wasn’t there. I was searching the nearby tables, chairs and ground when a voice behind me asked, “Are you looking for a jacket?”

I turned around and there was Maura Owens-Baden wearing my jacket and, for the second time in her presence, I performed in an absolutely sophisticated manner.

“Well” I said, “I think they call that stealing. I thought they paid television actors better than that.” . . .