Black Cloud, Part Two. The Happy Ending.

We went back to the restaurant where I suspected that I lost my jacket and ate lunch after church. Just for the heck of it, I looked at the coat rack, and lo and behold, I noticed the familiar zipper of the jacket poking out from under a shirt that was hung over it. Sure enough, it was my jacket. The checkbook was still in the inside pocket with all the checks intact. I wish I could thank the good samaritan that hung it up for me without rifling through the pockets first. It's good to know there's still some good people out there. And for it to stay hung on that coat rack for over a month with nothing happening to it is pretty unbelievable.