Julie Jackson

Julie Jackson sent in a fun little tidbit.

“Last week a logging company was clearing an area off a dirt road when they discovered a pink purse in the rubble, and opened it up to find my driver’s license,” Julie reported. “Sadly, no money or Bonnie Bell lip gloss ... just my license and the pink purse.” The license is pictured.

“It seems that I was stylish enough to pop my collar for my DMV photo op,” she noted. A current photo of Julie is inset. “From what I can recall, and believe me, it was my 20s — it was the mid-1980s, maybe 1984 or 1985, I’m not completely sure,” she explained. She has no idea how she lost the purse.

“The fact that it surfaced after all these years is crazy,” she wrote. “I was born and raised in Astoria, and went to school, and graduated at Astoria High School, so I am a longtime resident of the area, and just recently packed up and moved to start a new adventure in Denver.”

By now you’re probably wondering how — since she’s in Denver — she got the license back. Someone on the logging crew knew her, and also knew she is good friends with Pam Lum. The license and purse were delivered to Pam, who did the honors.

But Julie is still curious about what happened. “Funny, I can remember the purse, but not the night!” (Feb. 15, 2013)

Elleda Wilson is an editorial assistant for The Daily Astorian and author of the award-winning In One Ear community column. Contact her at 971-704-1718 or ewilson@dailyastorian.com.

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