I did it once, long ago, I found a 1971 class ring from a school twenty miles away, the girl's name was in the ring, full name, no initials. I grabbed the phone book, I started calling all the people in that town with the same last name. They said No relation. Nope, never heard of her. Nope, dont know her. Her last name was Wood, common name it seems. No prob, I keep trying. More calls. Nope, "theres a lot of Woods up round these parts", seems I was running out of luck. After I think the eighth call to a Wood, the guys says, (and I remember ver batim) "Yeah, I know her, we are not related but she works at such and such bar in xxx NY". I call the bar. I say I am trying to reach her. They say they cannot give out private numbers. I say have her call me, I got her ring.
I get home from work. She leaves a message "you got my class ring? Call me at such and such time". I call her. She answers. Holy crap, I found her. I say I got her ring and she does not believe me so I describe it and she is floored. So, she says she has to work the bar at 3. Me and my buddy drive up to xxx, give her the ring, she was stupefied, and could not come up with any words she was beside herself for a while. So were a few good old drunk regulars hangin out that day. She said her boyfriend used to wear it on his pinky finger (
) and lost it seventeen years ago playing football in that field. We found almost a thousand coins in that field but that is another story. Me and my buddy were smashed when we left the bar that day. A good time was had by all.
