Walking into my back yard today in the process of dragging in my usual $200 worth of food for the week , I happened to look down. There, in an enormous pile of leaves, was Surfer Dude's phone. On the brick walkway that we have all traversed many, many times since he lost it a week and a half ago. In the same back yard that was practically afloat a couple of days ago after a monumental rainstorm. Very near the spot where one of the dogs loves to do their business. I sighed mightily and took it in the house, knowing it was well beyond repair.
But I was wrong. I don't have a clue in the world how, but it works perfectly. It isn't even wet. How can this be? Is it like some cell phone survivor story? Where do I sell the movie rights?
Could it be that my technology luck is changing?