Tragedy struck at JFK. I took off my necklace, with the Porter’s ring on it (I put it there for safekeeping, natch), and put it into the bin with my purse and shoes. During security they patted down my hair, which threw my already sleep-deprived brain for a loop, and thus discombobulated I did not put my necklace back on. I went down a flight of stairs, felt for my necklace, had a massive panic attack and then ran back UP the stairs to security. It was gone. It is gone.
I don’t even care about the necklace.
Somehow my brain did this weird thing where the Porter’s ring became my wedding ring, and I felt the loss of it so much more deeply, and I sat down and cried in the airport until my flight boarded. And cried on the plane home.
I’ve left a message for TSA lost and found but I really have no hope that it will ever make it back to me.
So if you are in JFK airport, or were this saturday at around 5pm, and you see a long chain with what looks like tiny gold and copper dog tags on it and what looks like a gold wedding ring, let me know. It means the world.