RIP, Morse

I've never lost my wallet, my keys, my passport, or my phone. I've never had my identity stolen. Except for the one robbery, it's been a good run so far on the possessions front.

But somewhere on the Pittsburgh/Bay Point train between SFO and 24th Street yesterday afternoon, in a jet-lagged stupor, I didn't snap my coat pocket shut and my brand-new iPhone slipped out into the great beyond. May as well have set that freelance project on fire.

Likelihood of getting it back: 1 in you're totally kidding yourself. I hope whoever found it really needs the money.

Morse the iPhone
October 26–November 16, 2008