lost and found
I had a very long day last friday, very long. I started the morning in Memphis, TN. I was going to meet my family at the airport and drive around to see a few friends. My wife dropped me off while I visited. While I was visiting she and the kids went all over the place. My suitcase happened to be in the way of the kids getting in and out of the van. Everytime they got in or out the suitcase would get set on the ground and then back in. At one of the many, many stops the suitcase did not get put back in the van. She picked me up and we went to dinner. I needed to get my wallet (in the suitcase) so I went to get it out of the van. You can imagine my surprise and horror. I felt like a brick, previously just hanging in the air, had fallen on my head. We drove around the entire kingdom to find the lost suitcase. I cancelled the few cards (credit and debit) that were in the suitcase, none had seen any charges all day. I called the local police dispatch and every place I or my wife could think to call. After 11pm we called the search off and hit up a hotel. We drove home (some 700 miles away) the next day.
I worried and stressed over the lost items in the bag, not the bag. The suitcase itself was a smansonite hardbody rollaway that was the perfect size for a carry on. However, it was rather beat up, it had a huge ding in one corner, duct tape over another and the pull out handle to use with the wheels comes out all the way. I had bought it at a garage sale for $1. I had some nice clothes in the bag that would not be cheap to replace all at once, my razor, my deodarant, etc. The most precious item was the wallet. My wife had knitted it for my birthday a few years ago. I liked it and continually got compliments on it. That was sad.
Today as I again called around looking for the suitcase I called about 10 differnent places and then I called the city cemetery. We like to visit cemeteries and find them peaceful places. I talked to the sexton, who bears my name. He stated that less than an hour previous he had delivered the suitcase in the hands of the local police. He gave me the officer's name and I immediately called. He sent me to the write place. Now the trouble was picking up the bag. Enter my cousin James. James picked up the bag from the police and mailed it to me.
Thank you James!!!
What a relief to know it was not in hte hands of some nefarious person and to have my stuff back! I am excited to get it all back.