As luck would have it, as I sat alone crying over the 489 contacts I no longer had access to due to my own stupidity, my son WKOTI called the phone and it was miraculously answered. My staff had found it the day before on the golf course and didn't bother to tell anyone. Then he came to work the following day with out the jacket he had on the day before. But I digress, then the son of the Spanish speaking man who found the phone told my son that his dad would only give the phone back to me. Probably the right thing to do. At which point my son informed him that he looked exactly like me (true I used to call him mini-me but he ain't that small anymore)and there would not be an issue with the identification.
Long story.......I got the Crackberry back. Then backed all the data up to the laptop so as not to have a hyperventilating panic attack again in case of future ignorant acts on my part.
Just kidding I don't panic, or hyperventilate but I did want to smash my own face in.
Thanks for the kind words guys. I did have a good Birthday and got a mess of Opus for myself as a late present to ME!!!!!!
PJ