'A Pint of Milk' and 'An Accidental Detective'
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       Saturday evenings were usually uneventful in our neighborhood, but this particular one proceeded to have an unusual twist.
       “Don’t forget to look all around before we get out of the car, Frank. This parking lot doesn’t look that safe, cautioned Sharon, my wife. Remember this is East San Jose and a lot has been happening over here recently.”
       “There‘s not a soul in sight, I replied after looking all around, I guess most folks have stayed in out of the weather today.”
       It was a blustery, chilly fall day and we had decided to do our shopping at the Lucky market on Story Road. There were usually several panhandlers around when we visited this particular store.
       Just as I partially opened the door, an African American man appeared out of nowhere. He was clean shaven, not dirty and wore faded but clean clothing. He was of medium height and weight. He didn’t seem emaciated in any way. I closed the door, opened the window and asked,
       “May I help you sir?”
       “I was just wondering if you could buy me a pint of milk, I really need it,” the man replied.
       I said. “Sure thing” as I felt Sharon’s hand squeeze my arm.
       The man and I then proceeded across the parking lot talking as if we had known each other all our lives. I had no fear of him at all, nor he of me. Sharon followed behind.
       “What is your name?” I asked.
       “John, he replied. And what is your name?”
       I told him my name.
       “So, what have you been up to today, Frank,” he wanted to know.
       “Oh, I’ve just been about the Father’s business,” I replied.
       “That’s wonderful, Frank, that’s what we all should be doing.”
       As we entered the Lucky market, Sharon procured a cart and made her way toward the fruit and vegetable aisle. I directed John toward the delicatessen planning to buy him a sandwich, although he didn’t look overly hungry or request one.
       “What kind of sandwich do you want, John?”
       “I don’t want a sandwich, just a pint of milk,” he insisted.
       “I was persistent, “Oh c’mon, tell the lady what kind of sandwich you like.”
       “Ok, I’ll take a turkey and cheese sandwich with mayonnaise and mustard”.
       “John, go to the dairy section and get yourself a quart of milk while your sandwich is being prepared. It’ll be ready when you return.”
       “I only want a pint,” he replied.
       As John returned I noticed that he had gotten only a pint of milk. When the deli lady rang up the sandwich, she only charged me half the price because, as she said, “I want to have something in this too.”
       It seems that generosity is catching.
       Suddenly John turned to me hugging me saying, “You may never know what you just did.”
       I was too dumfounded to speak. The deli lady just stood with her mouth open. John exited the store with his pint of milk and turkey sandwich.
       I noticed that Sharon was finished shopping and was in line to pay so I approached her explaining what had just transpired.
       “Where did he go,” she asked.
      “I have no idea, I replied. Let’s go outside and see if we can spot him again. I’d like to help him out more if possible.”
       This was not to be. We searched the back of the store, all around the parking lot and even went up and down the adjacent streets. No John!
      Upon our return home we put the groceries away. We had a phone message from our friends, Joseph and Carol Clark saying that Joseph had some free brunch tickets for Red Lion Inn . I called Joe back.
       “Hi Joe, I’m just returning the call about the brunch tickets. How are you and Carol doing?”
       “Hi Frank, we’re both doing fine. I was given the tickets free and Carol and I can’t use them right away and we were wondering if you and Sharon would like to have them for Sunday morning? As you know I’ve been playing piano bar for them the past few weeks.”
       “Sure, Joe, we’d be delighted and thanks for thinking of us, give our best to Carol. Bye, and thanks a lot.”
       “Well, what do you know about that?” I asked Sharon upon hanging up and explaining the content of the call.
        “There’s one thing for sure” Sharon replied as she remembered the incident at Lucky Market.
       “ A person can’t possibly out-give God”.
An Accidental Detective

       What began as a normal Saturday morning Evergreen, California routine, turned out to be a great surprise. By nature, I am a collector, especially art and books.
       I arose at 6:30 a.m. going to the computer to read some scripture for the day. Having read two chapters from the book of Amos, I then went to Craig’s list to check the garage sales in the Evergreen area. This day I only found a couple.
       My first stop was at the donut shop where I go every Saturday morning for a cup of Decaf/Hazelnut coffee and two chocolate/peanut donuts. The lady/owner knows my routine by heart and just asks,
       “Samo, Samo?”
       I reply, “Yes, ma’m”.
       I always see a few of my Vietnamese friends there and we end up discussing the weather, some politics, etc. One is a gardener. This we do while gulping down donuts, washing them down with hot coffee. This day was no different.
       My first stop near Los Almas Ct. was a bust. They were not even opened yet.
       I proceeded on the ‘Garage Sale Trail’ going to a sale advertised near Keen Road. When I saw their merchandise I wondered if I shouldn’t have brought them something!
       As I proceeded up San Felipe Road, I noticed a sign which read, ‘Estate Sale’ with an arrow pointing to Yelba Buena Road. I turned to the right finding the sale right away. I had visited a sale there a couple weeks before and had bought a small painting.
       There were only some Asian antiques visible outside, which was of no interest to me, but on glancing into the garage I noticed a few framed works of art. I asked Paul, the owner, if he had any more paintings for sale and he replied “maybe later.”
       He recognized me as an art collector and asked me what I was up to this morning. I replied,
       “I’m waiting for a sale to open over near Los Almas Ct. I’m hoping there will be some art there.”
       “Let me know if there is anything of interest to me.”
       I replied, “Ok.”
       Around 10 a.m. I headed off to the sale near Los Almas Ct. I noticed that they were now bringing things out for the sale so I went into the yard.
       I asked, “Do you have any other art for sale?” as I noticed a bad painting of flowers leaning against the garage door.
       “No, she replied, but do you have knowledge of different artwork?”
       I replied to the affirmative and asked her to show me the pieces in question. She proceeded to do so.
       Bringing out two Russian Icon paintings she laid them on the table before me. I noticed that one was of a Madonna and Child with silver lacy material around it. The other was a face of Christ surrounded by brass-type matting. I figured it was brass because it had the tell-tale marks of tarnishing. The Madonna and Child was the larger of the two pieces.
       The owner asked me if I thought she should remove the backings in order to authenticate the pieces.
       “No, I replied adamantly. You will lower the value of the pieces if you do so.”
       This has been my experience as most collectors want everything to be as original as much as possible.
       “Where should I take the pieces to be evaluated?” she asked.
       “Take them to Bonhams and Butterfield in San Francisco, I replied, they have a free clinic once a week on Thursdays, I believe.”
       “Well wataya know, that’s where the old man who gave them to me bought them in the first place.”
       “They ought to know their value then,” I replied.
       The lady had told me she planned to bring out some ‘signed silkscreen prints’ later on in the day. She also said that she had some more expensive pieces that she wanted me to evaluate. She had planned to take my phone number and call me when she brought them out. As we were discussing the icon paintings, she neglected to get my phone number. I told her I would wait to see the prints, but she never did bring them out. I left without her number and she without mine.
       I then went back to the estate sale. I had promised Paul I would come back and let him know what I had seen at the sale near Los Almas Ct. On my arrival Paul asked me if there was anything for sale that he would be interested in.
       “No, I don’t think so judging from what you have for sale here. I informed him. But, I did see a couple of Russian Icon paintings which were of interest but were not for sale yet as the owner had not had time to have them evaluated.”
       “Were they of a Madonna and Child and a face of Christ?” Paul wanted to know.
       I replied to the affirmative.
       “Those sound just like a couple I lost recently”.
       He sounded exasperated.
       “Would you mind going back to the sale with me to see if the lady will allow us to see them?” he asked.
       “Sure” I replied.
       As we arrived in the yard, we noticed the lady whispering something to her companion, fleeing into the house. She had no desire to talk to us for some reason. What I didn’t know was that Paul knew the lady and that her nephew lived with him as a caretaker. The lady barred herself in the house and wouldn’t even allow her companion to enter.
       Paul called the police department to get them involved. When they arrived, the investigating policeman sent Paul and me back to Paul’s house to retrieve photos of the Icons. Paul had discussed this with the policeman.
       Paul was able to find the photos right away. I was able to identify the two pieces that I had been shown, immediately. We then returned to the sale site to show the photos to the policeman. Upon matching the photos with the two Icons, we were all assured that we had indeed found Paul’s property and the lady had no room to squirm out of taking them.
       When I went to the trial as the chief witness, I found out that this same lady had been taking care of several elderly people and that she had taken things belonging to all of them. In fact, she had a ring working for her, including her nephew.
       Talk about being an ‘accidental detective’!
      I have written this to alert elderly people to be aware of who is caring for them. If it is in-home care, allow your children or a close trusted relative to put valuables in a safe deposit box or in their own care. Never allow caretakers access to your credit cards or personal bank account. This will invite trouble! If you see that you are becoming negligent in your financial affairs, appoint a trusted person to manage your affairs. Always have photos of antiques, such as furniture or larger pieces. This helps identify the items if they should disappear.
       This is not to imply that most caretakers are not honest. A certain amount of caution should be taken with the most trusted acquaintance. Do not allow even the least bit of temptation for anyone.
A Pint of Milk
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