I lost my wallet. Not really my wallet, but the little thing-y that I carry my driver's licence in, AND my debit card, AND my American Express card, AND my health insurance card AND my Sam's Club card: all the really important stuff. I was in a state, but thankfully some kind soul found it in the Bryson's grocery store parking lot, and turned it in to customer service.
It reminded me of what a nightmare it was when I lost my wallet in Switzerland in 1971. Josie Eager and I were spending the summer in Europe traveling, after graduating from college.
That time, my wallet contained my passport, my plane ticket home and all my travelers' checks. Josie and I had to spend several days in Bern, Switzerland sorting through the mess. It was awful, but again, another honest person found it, and mailed it to the address on the passport, and it was in Valdosta waiting for me when I got home. That was small consolation, though, when I was having to get everything replaced.
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