Kindness of Strangers

So I was at the park, rehearsing with Grassroots, when I get a call from someone saying they had found my lost notebook--turns out I had left it somewhere else in the park at rehearsal the day before. (I hadn't even realized yet that it was missing)
So I'm glad I wrote my phone number in the front of my moleskine and glad that someone was kind enough to track me down. That note book is the only hard copy evidence of the last three years of my life.