Sometimes things happen – like losing one’s wallet. In between Berkeley Bowl and home, it leapt out of my pocket in search of an adventure. I hope it found a good one! I retraced my steps, but to no avail. Maybe it will return to me someday … it was the first wallet itself I ever liked, orange leather, pleasing to the touch and eye, a gift from my parents 5 or 6 years ago. I guess it’s time for something new.