Last week I received a call from a woman whose husband lost his ring on a soccer field in a park on the far west side of town. I trundled out early in the morning to avoid the kids, and searched one goal for about 30 minutes, then switched to the other end. In about 10 minutes, I found it just outside the chalk marks. It must have slipped off of his finger just when he leapt out to block. I snapped a photo of it, but forgot to ask his wife to pose when she drove by to recover it for her groom. Oh well! Will remember next time.