You know that story I told you about the other day? About my wallet being stolen the same night Don kissed me for the first time? After Don left, I canceled my credit cards and had the locks changed. About a week later, I got a call from a telephone repair man. He was repairing a phone in a phone booth in a not-very-nice area of San Diego. He found my wallet there. The cash was gone, but everything else was still there. He took the time to drive all the way to my apartment and push it through the mail slot, along with his card. He was nice and kind and helpful. He made my day.