When I talked to my grown daughter a few days ago in Montana I had to tell that the sweatshirt she asked me to purchase for her in Homer was in the bag that fell out of the truck that was taking me to the Kenai airport.
Of course, she was bummed, but I told her that if the right person picked it up, then she would get her shirt.
At that time I was on my way back to Ketchikan to return to work after helping a friend work on his cabin in Ninilchik. I was on the ferry from the airport to Ketchikan. I told Emily I would toss a couple of dimes into the water for good luck and maybe she would see that sweatshirt and I would see my bag full of raingear, boots and tools.
I know this is rather long-winded, but I want to sincerely thank the woman who picked up my green bag and delivered it to the police department.
May the reward of recognition prompt others and be returned to you tenfold. Thank you again.
Port Angeles, Wash.
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