This spring, while running, I found a wallet on the street next to the sidewalk. It had about $400 in cash, a couple of credit cards, and a license. Gave it to my husband when I got home and he called the station and a cruiser came by and got it and called the kid. (My husband is a police officer.) It was a young kid who had just cashed his paycheck and put his wallet on top of the car and drove away. Funny thing was, it was miles from where he had gotten into the car.
Then this summer, I was running in a different town one morning. I ran by a restaurant and there was an open pocketbook on a bench. There was no one in the parking lot, but I didn't feel comfortable even looking in it. I ran for about another half an hour, but the whole time, I was thinking about the purse. I wasn't planning on running back that way, but I did. The purse was still there so I looked in it....about 10 nips, a wallet with $10, multiple credit cards, a license, a bunch of junk and Narcan. (Most of this I could see without fishing around since the purse was open.) . I decided I couldn't leave it there due to the nips and Narcan, so I called the police, said where I was, what was in the purse, and asked them to come and get it. The dispatcher was like, "Well, could you just bring it over?" What------I'm out running and by now, it's more than 85 degrees, but I really didn't feel comfortable leaving it there, so sure, I guess I can run it over. I was not happy. So I hiked up the black grandma purse over my shoulder and ran (in the opposite direction of where I was going) to the station. I'm sure it looked like I had just mugged someone, running down the street, dripping sweat, with a giant, super heavy (due to all the nips) old ugly purse. My husband was none to pleased with this story at all. He said I never should have poked around in the purse as I could've been stuck with a needle--true I guess. And he said I should've left it there when the dispatcher didn't send a cruiser to get it. At that point, I'd done my duty as a good citizen by calling it in.
Those are the only things that I can think of that I've found and returned. Like everyone else, I've found money here and there, but never more than $20 and never a way to figure out who it belonged to.