What is a monkeybox?

When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Pay It Forward

As I was leaving the thrift on Wednesday, I spotted a wallet laying in the grass up on a sloping hillside. Now, everyone dreams of finding a wallet chock full of cold hard cash with no ID. But, what do I find? A wallet with NO money it it, but chock full of ID, SS card, hunting licenses, etc. And three Platinum VISA cards! And a PayCard to withddraw a paycheck. Yikes. The address was from way down in Southern Arkansas. There was a KS fishing license, OK hunting license, Tulsa Video Rental Cards, etc. Nohing was from around here. I "Googled" the name over and over. The guy that lost it has three names plus a last name. Luckily, I found his signature on his Driver's License and determined he went by his THIRD name. Geez. Could this get any more difficult? But, thanks to good old Google, I learned that he played Baseball in college. And what position he played. I found out what High School he went to and what year he graduated. I found out his Grandpa is a Pastor. Finally, I found his Dad's name and then his Mom's name. I cross checked that on Google and the "White Pages" and then I found a phone number. Eureka! I called and left a message and tried to leave enough information to sound like I knew what I was talking about without letting out "I KNOW YOUR GRANDPA IS A PASTOR" so they wouldn't call the authorities on me! His mom returned my call a few minutes ago and I now have an address where I can send him his stuff. Apparently he came to town with some buddies for a litle weekend partying. He left town on Sunday, but I found the wallet in a very obvious place on Wednesday. So, I am assuming someone found it or stole it and took the money in it. I aked him to "Pay It Forward" to someone down the line.

I'm thinking about trying to crack the Jon Benet case next.


  1. Anonymous9:26 PM

    Good detective work! Let me know if you need any help with the Jon Benet case.


  2. Shara, I should have called you when I found a wallet last week at Dylan's track meet. It too had dl,credit cards,checkbook and minimal cash. I checked w/every man I saw that looked similar to the dl pic and called the school we were at to see if it was a parent there. I ended up giving it to the announcer(teacher) and he said he would take care of it. I got a call from the school secretary asking what I had done w/the wallet. PANICK!!!! She called the school where the announcer/teacher worked and he had given it to the school principal, who in turn called the PHONE # on the checks. DOH!!!! Why didn't I think of that ?????????


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