My younger brother came over yesterday to watch the Eagles/Giants (go Eagles!) and Chargers/Steelers games. During and after the games, our conversations turned to various financial topics. As we talked, I discovered that while he had heard about credit scores, he did not know anything about his credit report. So, I showed him one of my recent reports, explained all the various parts of it, and by the end he was chomping at the bit to see his own report.

When I got home, I had an item in the mail from TransUnion. The package contained a letter informing me that the investigation was complete with the following result:

COLLECTION AGENCY #XXXXXXX DELETED

Thus, my quest is complete. Shearing off the tails of the slain beasts, I had them stuffed, mounted and placed in a file labeled "Credit Reports" in the cabinet next to my bed.

(Don't you just love Dickensian titles?)

Wherein I am hospitalized and the woes arising from my indisposition

Nearly two years ago now, my appendix burst and I had to go to the hospital for an emergency appendectomy. I spent four days in the hospital and another week or so at home. About a month later, I started getting calls from the hospital saying I owed them $1,400 for the pleasure.