Here’s the good news. My husband went out on his recumbent bike last week, did a few errands on Third Street. (Okay, yes it was a beer run) and returned home along the Lake Shore bike trail. That evening, around 9:30 p.m., there was a knock on the door and a couple was standing there. I didn’t know them.

“Is Harvey here?” they asked.

“He is, but he’s getting ready for bed,” I replied.

“Well, he’ll probably sleep better with this”, the gentleman replied. “We found it on a fire hydrant down near Lakeshore.”

It was my husband’s wallet! We hadn’t even missed it yet. Everything was in it, credit cards, Social Security card, driver’s license. I couldn’t believe it. Only in Marquette!

I thanked the couple, gave them a hug and said goodnight. Thank you, Marquette. This is a wonderful place to live.