One of the most picturesque streets in America is Normal Avenue in Normal, Illinois. It is lined with beautiful trees, lovely landscaped yards, and a variety of interesting, older MidWestern homes. It is on this street that I ride my bicycle towards the university, and on which I saw someone’s driver’s license.
- And his military ID
- And his certification for “Light Vehicle Operation”
- And his ID for a security-related government agency which I shall not name. It was sealed in some very clear plastic, with a hologram, the owner’s picture, and a computer chip in it.
- His Social Security Card (!)
- And many, many other cards, scattered all over the street. And there was the wallet – a big black leather job, laying face open in the middle of the street. There were no credit cards or cash.
I stopped my bike, gathered up all the cards (which were spread over a 75-foot area) and stuffed them into the wallet. The address on the driver’s license wasn’t far, so I abandoned my errand and rode to the house. The doorbell was barely audible over the roar of a large and lethal-sounding dog inside. At length, an extremely fit-looking young man came to the door. I recognized his face from the ID picture.
He seemed happy to have the wallet. Seems he’d put it on top of his car to pay for gasoline…