And so the night of merriment ended. I staggered home full of happy thoughts of what a terrific night it has been with beloved friends.
As I walked through the door, my friend (who was staying with me for the weekend) duly informed me that he found an iPhone in the cab on his way back.
![[56/365] Lost on my iPhone](http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3613/3403058548_28b23b700e.jpg)
My first thought? See if I can find out who owns the phone. To my shock, the phone was not password-protected. I can easily go through everything this person has.
Thoughts of Edison-like saga crossed my mind.