I find things. As a kid I found Indian artifacts and detritus on Civil War battlefields (see post of 2/12/12). Today, I find wallets, money, cell phones and jewelry (see post of 8/1/12). Just by being observant.
A few weeks ago, I was at O’Hare Field with my family. Terminal 3 American Airlines. Standing in front of a self-service check-in thingee. Going through the ritual. And I look down. There is this circular object on the floor. At first it looks like a small bare key ring. My gaze sharpens a bit. I bend down and pick it up. It’s a wedding ring. A man’s wedding ring. I look around then squint at the inside. There’s an inscription – a date in 2002 and the name “Rosa.” I raise my voice inquiringly to those nearby — “Rosa”? The only looks I get are the curious — not the that’s me or someone I know look. I padded over to one of the AA stations (no. 39 as I recall) and I told the woman behind the counter that I’d found a wedding ring and that the inscription said “Rosa.” I did not share the date. I asked if she could make an announcement. And she did. Inside the entire terminal. “Anyone losing an item that relates to Rosa please report to station thirty-nine.” Now I had to catch a plane so I gave the woman my card and a few details on the ring and went on my way. Ring in my left pocket. As we walked, I heard the announcement a second – then third – time.
Since then I’ve heard nothing. I called the TSA and AA Lost & Found stations. They have the details. I sent an email to AA execs suggesting a post on Facebook about the ring. But there’s been only silence.
I have the ring on my desk at home. Waiting. In the bowl where I keep “found” money – and things. I’d like to get a call. I’m sure Rosa is standing there, arms akimbo, asking her hubby “where did you leave your wedding ring” and the poor soul is going “duhhh I dunno.” If you have any ideas on how to get Rosa’s hubby out of big trouble, let me know.