It’s 8:30am and I’m at the Greyhound bus station in Memphis, standing next to the bus I just spent over twelve hours riding on from Indianapolis. I’m cursing myself for being so stupid as to put camera and all my gear into a suitcase, which was now gone. Nowhere in sight.
There was no one left in the luggage area, but there was a lone suitcase similar in color to mine. It became obvious that someone had grabbed my suitcase instead of their own, and I reasoned that if they looked inside and discovered thousands of dollars worth of camera gear, there wasn’t much chance I’d get it back, and this entire trip and ticket purchase would be a waste of time and money.