I think it is quite fitting that on February 4, the eighth anniversary of my moving to Incline, my local bank would have found the $200 I walked off without yesterday. Mind you, I did not have a receipt of any kind. They found it and they gave it back.

This is not the first case of unmitigated safety I have experienced in this town — lost hats, wallets, etc. I am ridiculously happy here. It’s obscene how happy I am.

Thank you, Incline Village, for eight of the greatest years of my life!

Gwendalyn Gilliam

Incline Village