To recap, for those arriving later to the party: In my parents' papers when they died was an envelope containing a handwritten letter. The return address was from a DEA agent working in Bogota, Colombia. The letter was nothing interesting, the continuation of a conversation about a piece of art. Also inside was a photocopy of my grandparents' marriage certificate. In Spanish.
Fast forward a good long while, and the (now former) DEA agent turns out to be an incredibly gracious guy who's more than happy to answer my questions. Turns out he didn't send the certificate, my mom must've stuck it in the envelope. Also, they were married in Mexico, not Colombia. Guess I should've wedged a bit of Spanish in with those 6 years of French. Ah, well...
So back to the DEA agent I went. Did I mention that this guy's incredibly gracious about being pestered regarding a letter he mailed in the 90s? Anyway, he doesn't remember entirely, but thinks he posted an ad somewhere about vintage baseball posters that my mom or someone she knew answered and a correspondence was born. This is weird on several levels. I never knew mom to be a fan of baseball, or antique baseball posters. Also, the letter thanks her for referring Agent Nice Guy to "Bill". I don't know of anyone in my mom's acquaintance named Bill. Normally, that wouldn't be a big deal, but with my mom, I began to wonder if he might've been an errant husband she picked up while my stepdad was at the grocery store (See Family Mystery #1 for an explanation that makes that last sentence seem less horrible...). Agent Nice Guy promises to get in touch if he finds any more letters that might shed some light. Here's hoping.
The other thing I know (and am trying really, really hard to remember as I dig through all this craziness) is this: