My car was only towed once. Fortunately, it was by Lew Blum, otherwise I would not be able to tell this story.
I was visting a friend who lived on Spring Garden Street. Her apartment building was next door to a bank. It was after business hours so I parked in the lot, which I had done several times in the past. When I went to leave, my car was not there. "What? Your car was stolen?" she said. No, it's just not there. "So somebody took your car," she offered again. Please woman, this is my car we are talking about.
No one stole my car. It probably got towed. I looked up and there was the "Lew Blum" sign. I called the number on the sign. The man who answered confirmed that my car was there. It was close to midnight and freezing cold. My friend drove me to 1130 N. 40th Street and I knocked on the door. A voice came from the other side, which instructed me to place my car keys, drivers license and $150 cash in the slot. A few moments later, my license was returned. Next, the voice told me to step to the right. The garage door opened and there was my car, running and with the lights on.
I got in and drove home, not once having seen a person and for now, Lew Blum, the wealthiest man in the city, remains an enigma.
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