Earlier this fall, while playing catch with the dogs, Neal felt his wedding ring slip from his finger. We couldn't find it. My pleas to St. Anthony* did no good. We had no access to a metal detector. This was the third time his ring has been lost.
This weekend, while raking, he found it.
*I don't post my pleas online. And, yes, despite no longer being a Roman Catholic, I do still practice some of my old habits!