I picked it up out of the grass alongside my Lake Champlain jog. It hadn’t been laying there for too long. The battery meter read full. I clutched it for the next two miles wondering how to best reunite the device with it’s owner. Maybe there was a SPRINT store that could hack into it or maybe I could. It was unlocked and chuck full of names and addresses, email, last numbers dialed. Perhaps a speed dial option for ‘home’. Opportunity presented itself as I spied a city police officer in his cruiser. Perfect. His window was down and I presented it to him. With equally good timing, the thing started to ring! The officer looked at the display confounded and reads: “call from Ben…” I says to him, “Ah! Good! Answer it and tell ‘ Ben ‘ his buddy lost his phone!”