The only life I am familiar with is a strange one. Sometimes, I appreciate normalcy but not too often. It gets boring. My life has always been bizarre like science fiction. Yes, I do mean The Twilight Zone, Aliens, and The Terminator put together. The way people’s lives interweave never ceases to amaze me. It is a weird journey on a bumpy road: like driving down the street and not seeing that huge pothole. Then, all of the sudden, “Boom!” You pray your tires are not flat. Like an obstacle course, there is no such thing as a smooth, straight path-and guess what the scary part is? No one really knows what is at the end of that path. 

I was walking my dog the other day and stumbled across a wallet. It was just a plain, black leather wallet lying on the sidewalk. Of course, I picked it up and investigated the contents. The very first item was a Virginia driver’s license with a photo of a man, a middle-aged man as confirmed by his age. He had gorgeous blue eyes and black, wavy hair with just the right hint of salt. A wickedly handsome man, I thought. In respect of privacy, he will be called “Johnny Doe”. I found a Visa credit card but no money. There was just a crumpled piece of paper with a phone number and address, but no name. Strange, I thought. My concentration on his wallet was abruptly halted by frantic barking. Maxy, my hyperactive Scottish Terrier was determined to have my total attention. I realized it was not a good time and placed the wallet in my coat pocket. 

Upon my return home, I resumed the investigation. Sitting at the kitchen table, I pulled out the plain, black leather wallet. As plain as it was, I noticed the Raffaello label. I did not understand why I felt so anxious-as if I was rushing toward a deadline. I remembered where I found the wallet, on the sidewalk right down the street from my house. I knew what I had to do. Looking at the ragged piece of paper, I reached for the phone and dialed the number. Thank God it had a local area code. I could feel my heart beating faster. The phone rang about 4 times before a person picked up.