I just read a news story about a woman in Alabama who lost her class ring 43 years ago in the course of a softball game. Her son-in-law offered to look for it, and knowing the general area where the game was, he found it in 10 minutes.

We had a similar story in our family. 27 years ago, we heated our house in Denver with a wood burning stove, and Mr. Troutbend harvested dead trees from my folks' property, where I live now.

After we got home from a weekend, he realized he was missing his gold wedding band. We asked my dad to look for it in case he'd left it in the bedroom where we stayed, but it never showed up.

Several years later, he was up on top of that same mountain cutting down another tree, and there was his ring! It had come off when he removed a glove.