Years ago I was between jobs and, when the end of the semester approached, I went back for a couple of weeks to the college where I'd graduated, to type people's term papers and try to make a few bucks.
This was in the days before ATMs and large chain banks. All my earnings, like $1500 in cash and checks IIRC, were in my wallet. I was couch surfing and didn't really feel I could leave anything valuable in the apartments and dorm rooms where I slept for a couple of days at a time before mooching off another friend.
This was also in the days before cell phones, Facebook and Google. My name and home address 100+ miles away were in my wallet. No local contact information, since I didn't really have any.
I skipped off to church one morning. By the time I came back from services, the person I was staying with had had a phone call from campus security that someone had found my wallet in the grass. I hadn't even yet noticed I'd lost it. They'd tracked me down through the grapevine. Nothing was missing.
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