A Good Deed for a Day

One morning while walking Willow not long ago, almost a half mile from our starting point, I noticed in a driveway what looked like a checkbook.

I didn’t touch it. We continued our walk.

We walked about 1.5 miles and were coming back and I started thinking about that checkbook looking imitation leather lying in that driveway. I shouldn’t have just let it stay there. I should have picked it up and carried it to the house and knock or ring and ask if it was their checkbook, or whatever.

OK, if it was still there, that is exactly what I will do I told Willow. She looked up at me and I’m not sure if she was panting or laughing at me.

The checkbook looking thing was still there. It was closer to the street than I thought. It was only about 18” up the driveway.

I picked it up and walked up to the front door. A climbing vine complex with leaves completely covered the front door. It hasn’t been opened in years.

I walked around to the carport, in between three cars in the upper part of the driveway. As I found out, the cars had no room to park in the carport. The whole carport area was covered with junk, old furniture, and toys.

There was a trail, sort of, that led to the carport-kitchen door. I felt like if I walked up to the door and rung the doorbell or knocked I would be intruding. Somebody at that house probably would rather people not see all that stuff.

I looked at my watch, “Besides, it is 6:30 on a weekend the morning.” I thought. “Being awaken at this time of the morning up may not give them a thrill either.”

So, I laid the checkbook down in the middle of the path leading to the door. When somebody came out they would have to step on it or kick it. … by the way, when I was easing it down I noticed money greenery – it had at least a $10 bill was in it, probably more.

I hope they got it. And if they did, I hope it was theirs.