I keep my life in a notebook in my back pocket. I’ve been doing it for a decade. I have a drawer full of old ones. I’ve never lost one until yesterday. I left it on the train. It was already a terrible train experience wherein I got to the 5:29 at 5:27 only to find the doors already closed. I ran up and down the train, banging on doors and windows for a conductor to let me on, but they all just shrugged and after two minutes, the train pulled away. Destined to be late, I sat and waited for the 5:43. It showed up at 5:58 and left at 6:00. So now I’m 30 minutes late, but I sit down, take my notepad out of my back pocket (because it was hurting to sit on) and work on a sudoku. My stop comes, I get off the train and, in a few paces, pat all my pockets and realize my notebook is gone. I frantically search my bag, then run back through the melee of people to the first door. Closed! I find the window where my seat was and THERE IT IS! I pound and get the attention of the person who was next to me, he looks up, sees my notebook where I’m pointing, grabs it and runs for the door. I try to force them open with no luck. He takes out his blackberry. Not sure I can get my phone number out and clearly before the train pulls away, I start yelling my name, clearly and distinctly. “ERIC GINSBERG!” I repeat, ‘ERIC GINSBERG!” I’m running with the train. “Got it!?” He nods and the train speeds up until I can’t run with it anymore. Anyone who knows my name can find me on the internet pretty easily. This site is the first link that will come up. If you are reading this and you have my notebook, or know where it is, PLEASE press the comment button below and let me know how to contact you. I NEED that notebook! I need it. Please.

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