There is something comforting in the brevity of the address. I grew up in a suburb of Detroit, MI and our address was 5 digits, 19188. I have always liked an address with fewer. My last long-term home had that. The idea for a name for a new category of posts came to me this morning as I lay in bed. I lived in the little log cabin owned by Bonnie and Max for 21 years. Some memories are without question triggered by events that began there, and this story about finding the identity of the “Mystery Lady” is an appropriate first entry for it.