Posted by John Holmes on March 27, 2001 at 16:18:39:
As I kid I lived near the docks in London's East End.
One Friday evening I found a paypacket filled with
cash outside The Sabberton Arms, the local pub.
It had about £12 in it, a lot of money in those
(ave wages then, about £8 per week).
I took it home to my dad, who said that he would
immediately take it to the police station. I felt
strangely fulfilled at having done such a noble act,
and was very proud of my dad for his handling of the
matter (wwell, I was only 9 years old)
Some weeks later, I asked him what had happened to
the money.
" Don't worry, son," he said, " It found its way to
where it belonged. It's was well looked after."
Only many years later did I find out that it had
found its way back to the Sabberton Arms, where my
dad toasted the health of the British dockers!