Boomerang

 Nothing golden stays, but something blue might find its way back. 

"Hi, we lost a wallet and a California Poppy earring at the game on Saturday night. The earring was probably lost near an entrance. The black wallet could have fallen behind a seat in the second row from the top n section 119, or on the field. "

This was the email my wife sent to the folks at the Oakland Athletics Guest Services office. It was not a lot different from the one that I sent, with the possible exception of her identifying the wallet as black, rather than the deep blue that I remembered. 

She gave it to me, after all. And this one particular pair of shorts has had a history of leaving my wallet in all manner of inconvenient places, mostly in the back support of my office chair. But about a month ago, when my family attended one of the very last Oakland A's games, I wore those shorts and somewhere in the middle of all that nostalgic reverie that back pocket on those shorts did their trick one more time. And this time after exhaustive searches of my chair in the office as well as the obvious places and many of those less obvious it was determined that the wallet was gone.

But not forgotten. 

My wife never gave up hope. Even as I cancelled my credit card and replaced my driver's license, she held out hope. Even as I made mild peace with the idea that the memories I had shoved into that fistful of leather were now just that: memories. Even as I moved into the Snoopy wallet she bought me as a replacement. 

She got a reply from the helpful folks at Guest Services. "Did the wallet belong to you or did it have another name on it? Please let me know." That other name was mine, correctly identified by my wife just a few days ago. "We do have David's wallet in our inventory. We can ship it to you free of charge! Please let me know the best address to send it to."

This past Monday, the UPS driver handed me a package with my wife's name on it. This happens a lot, so I took it inside and handed it over to her. As it turned out, the parcel was for me. This was a happy turn of events that confirmed the general sense of goodness in the universe. That is my reason for telling you all of this. 

Because who knows what tomorrow will bring.