Posted by: Debbie Abrams Kaplan | February 29, 2012

My Attempt to Visit Whitney

On the way home from tennis today, I stopped by to see my gal Whitney. Only the cop car was still sitting in the cemetery entrance. I tried to sweet talk my way in. I told him I was a blood relative of Nippy’s. He didn’t believe me.

I then tried flashing my expired press cards. Though I got a little nervous because one of them explicitly requires me to follow the orders or directions given to my by a police officer.

That didn’t do the trick either. I almost asked the cops how long they’d be parking their car there, because I really wanted to  get a photo of the grave for my blog pay my condolences. But then I realized they’d be on to me and would probably stake out the spot even longer.

Unfortunately I can’t find a photo online to legally paste here, but this is what it would look like if I were to drive into the cemetery, and the hearse was actually my Toyota Sienna. And here’s what you’d see if you were there a week ago.  I wouldn’t want to be the caretaker who has to clean up all that.


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  1. Don’t be getting yourself in trouble! We want you to keep blogging, and you might not get reliable cell service in the slammer!


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