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Letter to the Editor
Monday, Aug. 19, 2013, 9:00 p.m.

I am a retiree who moved to South Carolina after living in Pittsburgh for 30 years and traveling there since 1961.

I've had a lot of great experiences where the goodness of the people of Pittsburgh has shown itself. On Aug. 9, it showed itself again.

My wife and I, with two close friends from the South Hills, spent a good part of the day in the Strip — Wholey's, Pennsylvania Macaroni Co., La Prima, etc. I also had to stop in Sam Bok to buy some Asian staples we like.

After driving to our daughter's home in Sewickley, I discovered my wallet — with many credit cards, licences and cash — was missing.

It was rush hour but we still drove back to the Strip, realizing that in many cities it would be a futile effort, but in Pittsburgh, I had hope.

The stores were closing and had not seen the wallet — except for Sam Bok!

The little lady who barbecues outside got excited when she recognized me and called her lady manager, who was even more excited.

They had found the wallet and called the police at the Hill District station, who had picked up the wallet 40 minutes before.

The lady called the station, where a sergeant said, “Stay right there. We'll bring it down to you.”

And so they did. One of Pittsburgh's young finest handed me my wallet, which I had almost given up on as lost — but not quite, knowing Pittsburgh.

All the shopkeepers and the officer on duty in the Strip showed concern and willingness to help throughout my search. What a town!

Thanks, Pittsburgh. God bless yinz!

Win Wesel

Pawleys Island, S.C.

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