ELEVENBACK HOME, this would have been the easy step. A matter of adding nine months onto the summer of ’50, after which the Courthouse Kid would have looked over the spring, ’51, register of births, making a rundown of the mothers’ maiden names.
By the time I’d passed through Pacific Beach and Mission Beach to the old amusement park roller-coaster, and across the Mission Bay resort development, and in past the cars parked around the Convair plants, I knew that it’d involve too much card-checking. And out here they wouldn’t give me the run of the fileroom, anyway.
Back home, I could’ve used the Globe’s job press. Here, I found a dime store that printed while-you-wait cards.
Kenneth M. Svederup, Claims Auditor, Chaparral Insurance Company, and the hotel phone number. One of these I bestow
