Friday, August 14, 2009
Mini-Memoir: Lucky Guy
In 1993 I moved to New Hampshire from Vermont. Then I needed to drive back to Vermont to close out some accounts and stuff like that. I stopped in the convenience store I'd always used and bought a lottery ticket and probably a pack of smokes. I tucked the ticket in my wallet and drove back to New Hampshire. After close to a year I realized I should check that ticket to see if it was a winner because they expire after a year. My thought was, If I won two bucks I want that two bucks. I drove over the border into Vermont to have it checked but they had changed all the lottery machines in the state and could not check a ticket as old as mine had become. So I signed my name to the back of it and mailed it to the Lottery Headquarters in Barre, Vt. A few days later the phone rang. A man said, "Is this George Fitzgerald?" I said I was. "This is the Vermont Lottery calling. Did you mail a ticket to us back on 10th?" I said that, yes, I had. He said, "You won a hundred thousand dollars." I said I'd drive up in the morning to pick it up.