...And on the subway ride back uptown from 86th Street...
There were a group of teenagers placing homemade flyers up in the subway cars. Apparently, their grandfather had wandered off this past Sunday, and he has yet to be found, turn up. As the teens were getting off at one stop, this woman came on the train. As soon as she saw the flyer, she pulled it off the wall, and she had "that" look on her face. I could tell she was thinking really hard. She looked at the lady to the left of her. Then she looked at me. Then she asked for a pen. Luckily, I had one. It turns out, she may have seen the man earlier today. After she wrote the number on her palm with the pen I gave her - which was actually a Sharpie - she got off at the next stop. I hope her phone call leads to a happy reunion.
*And I hope she's able to wash the phone number off of her palm.