Lost Ends

Neighbors post alerts about dogs and cats, missing pets named Popcorn or Rocky or -- no lie -- Vince.

Always, there's the plea: Help.

Then days go by. Fliers yellow. Edges curl.

Are we still looking, I wonder. Is Muffin home?

Thursday night, though, news spread by police-activated computer voice to every telephone in the neighborhood.


Lost: 80-year-old, suffers from dementia, needs medication. Check your front and back yards.

Such high stakes seemed to deserve follow-up:

Thanks, we found him ... OR ... Search parties forming.

But ... the phone didn't ring.

Good sign?