Thank God I had the house keys in my Lucky Jeans pocket. Driving home like a maniac, calling the bank, Amex, all that stuff. Heading down to the Police station. That was an adventure in itself. Waited 3 hours for my turn, and that time was better than going to the movies. All the drama...all our different stories and lives we live....It was very interesting. Anyway, I get my police report and drive home. Starting from scratch.....until the phone rings a week later. " Hi!, my name is Christina, I have found your bag at the Beverly Center. I have it with me now and nothing seems to have been taken from there......"
Can you believe that?? in LA?? I was totally amazed....
We met, she gave me the bag, I wanted to give her something to show my appreciation .
Christina just refused......so....I gave her one of my CD´s and drove off.....
Happy...very Happy!!

