In June of 2013 my home was burglarized and among other items my 1971 Ruger Standard was taken. It was given me by my dad for graduation. He paid $59.95 for it.
I got a letter this morning from the police department wanting to see if the info they had on file was still correct. If it was there was a stamped, addressed postcard that I could sign and mail back. If not the I was to call them. Call them I did.
Under serial number it said "no number listed". I had given the number to the officer that wrote the original report. It seems that the person that had been in charge of the stolen goods records department had been removed as they were finding inconsistencies and errors in her filings and they were just updating their files.
I gave the officer the serial number and he said he would put in the system. I doubt I will ever see it again but it was nice of them to reach out and admit that there had been a snag on their end. I appreciated their honesty and "do the right thing" approach. Faint it might be but a glimmer of hope is still a glimmer of hope.
PS: the officer I spoke with remembered me as he graduated with my youngest and used to raid my ice box and shop at the store.
I got a letter this morning from the police department wanting to see if the info they had on file was still correct. If it was there was a stamped, addressed postcard that I could sign and mail back. If not the I was to call them. Call them I did.
Under serial number it said "no number listed". I had given the number to the officer that wrote the original report. It seems that the person that had been in charge of the stolen goods records department had been removed as they were finding inconsistencies and errors in her filings and they were just updating their files.
I gave the officer the serial number and he said he would put in the system. I doubt I will ever see it again but it was nice of them to reach out and admit that there had been a snag on their end. I appreciated their honesty and "do the right thing" approach. Faint it might be but a glimmer of hope is still a glimmer of hope.
PS: the officer I spoke with remembered me as he graduated with my youngest and used to raid my ice box and shop at the store.