Where are you Margot? Are you Kidding?

"The Torch" was delivered to me in Amsterdam today. No, not the Olympic torch! The Havergal College publication in which they plead with you to part with yer hard earned Benjamins (I haven't found a decent equivalent for this in Canadian terms) so that they can continue to provide state-of-the-art education to young girls in a very posh setting, no less. I attended this place for 4 years as did a few other readers of this blog who will remain anonymous.

Anywhoo, I saw an article in it called, "Lost Connections". It's a list of "Old Girls" (a strange, american prep-school term that private schools in Canada use to call former students)whom they no longer have contact information for. This translates to: We can no longer ask them for money cuz they are MIA. They provide a phone number for anyone to call if they have info on these peeps - kind like a welfare snitch line but in reverse.

Under 1966 in the Lost list was the entry, Margot Kidder.

I feckin fell off my chair when I read that! Are they serious? Have they looked in their backyards for a raggedly, bag-ladyesque creature with no teeth drinking out of their bird bath? Or perhaps they should just check.... IMDB and contact her agent for crikey's sake. And if these people listen to any of the student lore that's passed along, they'd know that she was a shit-disturber who put crazy glue all over the toilet seats on the teacher's lounge washroom.

Talk about gettin blood from a stone. Oy!