aside: Darick

I was at Darick's last night working on a post when he came home in a state of tense distraction. Somewhere between leaving the house in the morning, driving to work, working, and coming home, he had misplaced his wallet. We looked all over the apartment finding nothing, and he checked the car a couple of times.

He came up with two possible places it might have been left or dropped--both of which were dumpsters. In the morning, there were some new dress shirts still in the packages sitting on top of the dumpster in the alley. Maybe he had his wallet still in his hand and dropped it to pick up the dress shirts.

[Let's pause and appreciate the strangeness of new dress shirts being thrown out.]

Then, at work, he threw out a bag of garbage. Did it get mixed up?

We had dinner in, some really good homemade chili from Amish country in Ohio, and just as we finished watching what may be the best-worst movie I've ever seen, he got an email from the Old Town School. Apparently one of their teachers had found it and turned it in.

But the Old Town School is 40 blocks south. So how? Darick must have kept his Old Town membership card in his wallet, and whoever found it turned it in there. It's like what people used to do before the internet. They also could have just googled him and found darickmaassen.com.