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You have his address from the ID, I would put it in a small box and mail it to the address listed on the driver's license. Am I missing something?
So I did this and they said to put it in the mailbox and that the Post Office takes care of it, I guess that gets back to the concern I had that he doesn't live there anymore but kind of out of my hands at this point.
So the dude does have Linkedin. Will hit him up on there and if I don't hear back in a few days will do the drop in mail box route. Wife also is suggested the Next Door route which she will post on.
Losing all this stuff totally sucks so trying my best.
I found a wallet and the dude was a Vet with a VA Card. Called my buddy former Marine what to do. He told me to contact the number on the VA card and they'd contact the person. See if they are a Vet and if so contact the numbers on the back of the VA card if he has one or Military ID. They are really good getting in contact with their people right away.
Poor guy is probably tearing apart his truck or walking outside with a flashlight as I type this.
Well, the guy lost his wallet, good chance his phone may not currently be in his possession either.
Downside to this is he will likely have cancelled everything and gone through the hassles before he ever gets it back through the mail. But short of driving it there, what More can you do? The Linkedin may be your best shot.
Century City 1985. Just got my first real paycheck from my first real job after college. Cashed it to pay someone who'd covered my rent. Had two VIP Laker seats in it that the company handed out to mngmt trainees as a perk. Went to then famous Harry's Bar across the street. Had too many. Wobbled over to these awesome fountains on Ave of the Stars to wait for my ride to the game. Got in the car. Reached into my jacket to show him the tickets. No wallet. Instant sobriety, anger, and panic. Tore apart Harry's. Looked everywhere I'd been. Depressed my buddy left me there and went home. I had to walk through our building to get to my car. Front office gal said security was looking for me. Great, drunk and depressed, now in trouble for something dumb I did when I spent my training day in security (used the temp security ID to hang out at Whitney Houston's rehearsal). Went to face the music. The head of security looking for me tossed me my wallet kinda shocked what he found in it. Everything was there. I asked him to let me know who did this so I could thank them, reward them reward them maybe.
