There's a little coffee shop in downtown Towanda, Kansas called "Hebrews." It's been closed for awhile, but I became attached to the place and even got permission from the owner to do some post-production shooting inside.
I haven't talked to him in months, but this morning he gave me a Facebook message. He and his wife were in possession of my wallet, which they found on the highway.
How it ended up on the highway, I'm not sure. But I am sure I'm lucky they're the ones who found it. He is also the pastor of the church in town, and he didn't even realize who I was until I called him.