A couple of stories for you: I drove over a wallet with my bike on Idylwyld Drive. I stopped and picked it up, and it had over $2000.00 cash in it. Once I got to work, I called the police lost and found and asked if anyone had reported a lost wallet. They said to bring it in. I said no, here's my number, and if someone calls, have them contact me. (I learned a hard lesson a few years earlier trusting the police with found valuables- but this is another story). A few hours later, a guy who was staying at what was then the Imperial 400 calls me, and identifies the wallet. I tell him I'll drop it off on my way home. When I get to the guy's room, he grabs the wallet, opens the coin pouch inside and takes out an old coin. He sighs with relief, pulls out 100.00 bucks and hands it to me and thanks me- didn't even check to see if all the cash was there, was just worried about the coin- interesting.
The next case of found money that was kind of kool was when I was in retail. A kid comes in with an old $1 and buys something at my store. When I looked at the bill, it had tape marks like if you had mounted it in a frame, and a bunch of writing and names on it. I figured the kid swiped it. If looked like it was some kind of prize for a fishing derby. Curiosity got the best of me and I started to Google the names to find the owner. I managed to find a couple of the guys on the note, and sent them photocopies of the bill asking them if it belonged to them. One of the guys wrote me back from a nursing home in Nova Scotia. Apparently he and his buddies met every year at a certain lake and there was a prize for the 'best trout'. His freind that won the prize had his name on the bill, as well as all the others that were there that year, and the date and the weight of the winning fish. Most of his buddies had passed on, and he wrote that only one other guy besides himself was still alive. He thanked me for the memories, sent me a fiver, and told me to keep the #1 bill. I still have it.