Lovely, as always. This one reminded me of a time when I found someone's wallet in the parking lot of the mall when I was in high school (in the age when malls were not only a thing, but THE thing). It was Christmas time. The wallet had hundreds of dollars in it (in an age when hundreds of dollars was an actual lot of money ... yeah, I was in high school in the late 70s). Of course I took it into the mall and found a phone and a phone book (remember: 1970s), and tracked down the owner. Turned out it was someone's entire Christmas shopping stash. They were thrilled. This story is not about me. It's about my mom and dad who raised me to be the kid who would track down the owner of the found wallet.
Lovely, as always. This one reminded me of a time when I found someone's wallet in the parking lot of the mall when I was in high school (in the age when malls were not only a thing, but THE thing). It was Christmas time. The wallet had hundreds of dollars in it (in an age when hundreds of dollars was an actual lot of money ... yeah, I was in high school in the late 70s). Of course I took it into the mall and found a phone and a phone book (remember: 1970s), and tracked down the owner. Turned out it was someone's entire Christmas shopping stash. They were thrilled. This story is not about me. It's about my mom and dad who raised me to be the kid who would track down the owner of the found wallet.
Beautiful!