The wallet was on the kitchen counter where he left it as the police took him away. It looked pathetically slim. I opened it up. Only seven items inside:
2 business cards of a counselor
1 old voter identification card
1 fishing license
1 pocket calendar
1 “Call Before You Fall” Alcoholics Anonymous card
1 Dr. Scholl’s One Step Corn Remover
That’s it. No money, no credit cards, no library card, no pictures, no other evidence of 40 years of life. There were many things about this situation that made me angry, but his wallet just made me sad.