I'm sorry to report I failed in my mission.
The witchy woman on duty at our hotel this morning said, "I'm sorry, all I know is that the fire department was called."
But on a happier note, my live-in handyman and I rolled up the driveway about 5:30 this afternoon. We had such a good time, but it's wonderful to be home now.
I'll be back here with a writing post on Monday.