First time I have ever found someone's tool bag... I left a sign nailed to the nearby palm tree in case he comes back for it tomorrow, and spots the sign, he can email me and come get it.

I didn't think of any better way to make sure he gets it back.

 Oh, and kharma's instant return on this good deed of the day?

 My cat barfed up a hairball on my bed, again, 2nd day in a row. Smh. I have had that sort of bad luck for the past month, you haven't even heard all the bad luck I've had.... because, damn, most of you are having such worse luck I'm not going to make a peep.

I still remember the poem Grandma hung in her spare bedroom, the only poem I ever saw at her house, as she had no books of poetry, no other poems hung up, etc.

 I think it was there for her kids and grandkids to take a lesson from. 

Well, I can tell you, I haven't seen it in 30 years, but I know it well, and posted it on my poetry blog: http://better-than-palgrave.blogspot.com/2015/11/forgive-me-when-i-whine-red-foley.html