I rode home after work last night.  There was a phone message from the Lake City Post Office saying they found my wallet in a mailbox, and I could pick it up Saturday morning. 
I was shocked because I knew my wallet was downstairs where I left it when I got home.  I wan nowhere near Lake City yesterday.  Still, I went downstairs to check.  There it was, on the workbench where I left it.
I did lose a wallet years ago.  I didn't remember when.  Back then I went to a shoe store on Capitol Hill, got home, and noticed my wallet was missing.  Panicked, I drove back to where I parked near the shore store, looked around, but couldn't find it.  I came home, canceled my credit cards, and starting replacing my I.D. cards and drivers license.
When I got to the Post Office today and told the clerk who I was, she went in the back of the Post Office and then brought my wallet out to the counter.  I didn't even remember what it looked like until I saw it.
Everything was there, just like it was the day I lost it - drivers license, ID cars, credit cards, my business card.  Two special things in that wallet were important to me - a ticket stub from a visit to Ellis Island in New York City, and my Vanpool drivers certificate.  My grandparents came to America through Ellis Island.  When I was at Ellis Island, I choked up standing at the top of the stairs they walked down when they were admitted to America.  The Vanpool certificate is a silly thing, but I like it.
The Post Office found me by calling my phone number on my business card.  There was a bus pass from February, 2008 - almost 9 years ago.  The three or four dollars I had in the wallet when I lost it was the only thing missing. 
The clerk told me they occasionally find wallets in mailboxes, but was shocked when I told her I lost it almost 9 years ago.

Who had my wallet for almost 9 years?  Why didn't they take the cash and throw the wallet away?  Why didn't they steal my identity?  Who dropped the wallet in a Lake City mailbox yesterday morning?
Did the finder forget about the wallet and then stumble on it on a shelf or in a drawer and decide to turn it in?  Maybe a spouse or  family member found it in the finder's possessions.  Maybe the finder died and a spouse/friend/child found it while sorting through their belongings? 

I think the finder is a jerk for keeping my wallet all this time, but I appreciate that they did not harm my Ellis Island ticket stub.