I was in the Village one night a few years ago, went to buy some smokes from a little kiosk joint in the street, and drunkenly left my wallet on the counter and walked away. When I got back to my hotel, I realized it was gone. I had a load of credit cards and about $300 cash in it. I noticed that the voice mail light was lit on my phone. This saint of a guy, the next customer at the kiosk, found my wallet, found my biz card, called my office, got the name of the hotel I was staying at, called me, and gave me info to call him back. I call him and he says I can pick it up in the morning at the police precinct in the Village. I offered profusely for him to take $20 out of the wallet, or meet me for drinks on me, or send him my first born, or whatever. Wouldn't take a thing. Sure enough, got my wallet back with everything still inside. You NYers are alright in my opinion. It's been a long time since I've been there, but I look forward to getting up there soon. Can't wait to meet some more of you eGullleteer's-- it's always been a good experience. Speaking of which, I'm off to meet a couple of them now. Goodnight, Mike