Yesterday evening, the owner of the ring came by to claim it. He was as shy as he'd sounded over the phone, but agreed to let me take photos of his hand taking the ring from mine. He talked about having lived on this same street, back in '75, and told me how grateful he was for the efforts that were made to get his ring back to him.
He handed me an envelope, and I said, "Nope, no way."
He laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's not money...just something you can use." I accepted it, and the card was so sweet, and he'd included a gift card for Applebee's.
Happy ending, and what a fun thing to have experienced!
Enjoy your time at Applebee's. It is a great story.
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