The Boston Red Sox are in town and we want to see them play the White Sox.  Joe really wants to go, but Father Rich is out of town so I am going to have to ask the accountant friend of Mrs. Murphy if he will get me tickets.  I went over to Mrs. Murphy’s place and she seemed agitated.  I told her about my friend, Donna, being beaten by someone when she was cleaning out a closet for an old woman.  She was upset.  “It seems that old people are prey to all sorts of things these days.” Since Donna was in the hospital, I thought I would give her the tazer to protect her from any theft at her place.  After all, she lived alone.  I then asked her if I could pester her friend, the accountant, for tickets to the Red Sox game.  I told her my boyfriend really wanted to see the two Sox teams go at it.  She made a call in another room and said that it was okay to go over there.  This time, she had a box of tax records I had to bring.  She said her late husband was an accountant.  I took the heavy box and brought it over to the accountant’s office.  He gave me the tickets but I still marveled at how much he reminded me of someone.  I just wasn’t sure, who.  After getting my writing done, I decided to relax and treat myself to my favorite movie, “Tombstone.”