In December of 1919, there was a little-known Canadian theater owner that would become one of the most famous missing persons in the first half of the 20th century. The name of the man was Ambrose Small and he was a self-made millionaire who, after selling off all of his theatrical holdings and then after having a brief visit with his lawyer, simply disappeared. With no ransom note or suicide letter, nor any money missing from his home or bank accounts, the case of the missing theater owner left little for local police to investigate and the case grew cold. Ever since then, no solid leads or evidence has ever surfaced, and to this day no one really knows why he disappeared or know of his whereabouts. Was it foul play or a voluntary absence? This story reminds me of one of my favorite stanzas;
I asked the boy beneath the pines.
He said, "The master's gone alone
Walking somewhere on the mountain
Cloud-hidden, whereabouts unknown."
I think we all have times when we would just like to disappear and just get away from it all, at least for a little while.