when i went down to the basement this morning to collect my bike it took me a minute to notice my lock was missing. after tearing through all of my stuff i tried to rationally think of places i could have left  it. find it i did not. i immediately jumped to the conclusion that somehow i pissed of a neighbor and stealing my lock was their petty revenge, but inside i knew it must have fallen off my bike while riding. i decided i would retrace my cycling route from the day before in hopes of somehow finding it lying on the side of the road. i got all the way to target in south philly which is where i stopped the day before without a glimpse of anything resembling my lock. what should happen next? i got a flat. second in two days. my back tire is seriously shredded and was full of glass. luckily i was within a block of a bike shop. i quickly cleaned the tire, changed the tube and was off again looking, hoping, searching aimlessly. at this point i was beyond frustrated and angry. i then stopped at an intersection to adjust the ipod and looked over to see my lock hanging from this hydrant. holy shit. yes. my lock. thank you caring and thoughtful stranger. i toast this bourbon i’m drinking to you. cheers.