Lost and found — and charged

My husband loses things. Keys, glasses, CD players. (He’s the last person in America to use a portable CD player, but that’s another story.) Last week he lost his cell phone. He thought it had fallen out of his pocket in Baltimore. Or in Philly. It was somewhere in the mid-Atlantic region. The phone was history. Or ...

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