My wife found a wallet.

[madamesilverspurs]

108. Serendipitous, really.

I'd walked to the grocery store and wound up buying more than I'd intended, totally forgetting that I was on foot. Given the extra bags, I took a shortcut through the alley, and that's where I found her. She was barefoot, wearing only a diaper and shirt; I guessed she was about 14 months old. What with all the detritis that customarily litters alleys, I picked her up and carried her the half-block to the nearest sidewalk. We stood there for about 15 minutes, I was hoping to hear someone calling a name; when it became clear that no one was looking for her I took her to my place and called the police. I was just finished changing her diaper when the officer arrived. Long story short, she was presumed to be sleeping when her grandmother stretched out for her own nap, and the little imp took the opportunity to go exploring.

I did have to call my mother and tell her about this. Back in 1949 she was awakened from her afternoon nap by loud knocking on the door. She was stunned to find the milkman standing there with year-old me perched on his hip. He'd found me sitting in the middle of Denver's Colfax Avenue waving at cars. She says that Dad declined to cover my crib with chicken wire, but he did accede to her request for high locks on the doors.