The great bank robbery


In the evening of January 17, 1950, a band of armed, masked men entered a bank in Boston, Massachusetts. Moving with calculated precision, those masked men left the bank dragging bags filled with $1,218,211.29 in cash, alone. Much of the loot from “the fabulous Brinks robbery” was never recovered.

Until a certain mother and her daughter traveled to Sweden.

It went something like this: they had planned to exchange their money in Seattle, but their connecting flight was already boarding upon landing. So, they carried on, fully intent on exchanging dollars to kronas upon their arrival in Sweden.

The daughter went first, sliding her bills through the slot.

“Oh, I can’t accept this one,” the man behind the window said.

The daughter kindly inquired as to why.

“See here,” he said, pointing to an obvious pen explosion. “Ink stains. We cannot accept bills with ink stains on them. I’m certain they are illegal in the states.”

Yeah, pretty sure they’re not . . .

Nonetheless, bill after bill was rejected, red ink, black ink, ink you needed a magnifying glass to see–it didn’t seem to matter.

At last the daughter decided to cut her losses and take what she could get. The mother opted to try her luck at a different time, and a different location. In the meantime, the enterprising duo sorted through all their bills and removed any with marks (and if you live in the U.S. or have spent any amount of time there, you understand the monumental task).

So it was, the mother moved in to exchange her money, sliding her bills through the slot.

“Oh, I can’t accept this one,” the lady behind the window said.

The mother kindly inquired as to why.

“My light is showing residue–it’s been in a bank robbery.”

“A bank robbery,” said the mother. “But I withdrew it from my bank.”

“Yes, that happens. It just missed the sorting process, but you can still use it at home.”

Oh so helpful, thank you . . .

And while the mother and daughter do not know the particulars, they like to think their money has a really great back story–something that makes the tomfoolery worth their while.


Sweden or bust


Hej! Hej!

I’ll soon be off to Sweden, or the Kingdom of Sweden, if you must be particular.

After four and a half years, my mom and I will finally get to hug and kiss my brother, sister-in-law, and nephew once again; we’ll get to meet my niece (she’s turning one, you know).

Shenanigans are sure to follow.

We’d love to have you join us—though it may be a tight squeeze in the extra suitcase.

Needless to say, if you’d care to follow along on our adventures, Instagram is probably your best bet bet. I plan on popping in with a  blog post every now and again as well (I will be typing on a Swedish keyboard, so do ignore the random accents).

Until then, I wish you good friends, good coffee, and the good life . . .


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large nose

A large nose is the mark of a witty, courteous, affable, generous and liberal man.

Cyrano de Bergerac

I did not know that. I wonder if the same applies to women? Things to ponder . . .

Also, for the record, the artist behind this illustration was one John Hix. His syndicated cartoon, Strange as It Seems, first appeared in 1928. Though he was dedicated to entertaining his audience with oddities from around the world, he insisted each fact be verified by a minimum of three sources. You can learn more abut Strange as It Seems on YouTube.


All good things to you


What are your plans for the weekend, you ask? So glad you asked. I’ll be heading to Italy.

Okay, not really . . . but kind of.

You see our neighbors toured Italy in the spring. In addition to the scenery, they took in a few cooking classes. Now they’re inviting a few of us over for a 5-course Italian feast. I’m terribly excited.

It will be a welcome respite, amid any number of errands I must run in preparation of my own holiday.

With that, I hope your weekend is filled with something new. Throw in some good food and good friends for good measure. And laughter. Don’t forget the laughter.

Cin cin!

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In other words