DADs...When I was in college, one summer I visited my friend that was attending summer classes at Baylor. He was living in a temporary dorm room for this brief summer session. Back then, the bathrooms were down the hall. So, in the morning and at night if you showered, you had to carry all your stuff to the showers, toiletries, towels etc. The dorm was full of junior high summer campers from all over Texas for a middle school aged retreat. So needless to say I had to “time” my evening shower appointment strategically. The second night there, when I turned out my light and laid in bed, I suddenly sat up reaching for my other hand and realized I was missing my ring…a National Championship ring I had just received for football that spring for the season before. You see I had this bad habit of taking my rings off and putting them on the sink when I washed my hands. So in the dark…immediately I ran down the hallway to the bathrooms to seek my lost ring. Gone. It was late. No one to call. Embarrassed. Told my friend. We searched every stall every shower. Gone. Reported the next day. Checked lost and found several times the next few days…eventually the realization that I had to go home. I got in my car to go home. Ringless.