I had a housemate once who lost her phone on a long distance bus trip. The main bus depot was in Chicago, and we lived in Champagne-Urbana, about two hours away, so she called them to retrieve it. But her phone's battery had died and the phone body was so nondescript that she couldn't prove to the employees in charge of lost and found that they, indeed, had her phone. Inspired by this misadventure, I immediately slapped an address label on my phone. It was just my name and street address, enough … [Read more...]