Rescuing John Grisham

I hate losing things and resolve to rid myself of this foolish habit in 2017. I shudder to think of time wasted and frustration caused by my forgetfulness. The following are a few examples of this annoying trait. Actually, it first reared its ugly head early in life. When I was twelve, I had my mother save Betty Crocker box tops for months in order to redeem them for a “genuine” birth stone ring. Upon receiving it, I never took it off my finger until one day I noticed it gone. Schoolroom and school grounds were searched along with my bedroom and house. No ring. Several days later, Mother found it inside a head of lettuce in the refrigerator. It was chilled but otherwise unharmed.