My friend, Julie, called me from a dumpster one Friday night last month. She was supposed to be joining us for dinner, but instead was knee deep in coffee grinds and cream -- her Nordic walking stick in hand -- poking around in a bright-red garbage container behind Starbucks Pantops. Sometime during the day, she had lost her ring. Not just any ring, mind you. This was an expensive, hand-designed piece of jewelry she’d received as a gift for her 50th birthday...from none other than Julie herself.