answer:Yup. It was an old, flip-top Motorola. I liked it because it was nearly indestructible and cheap to replace. It was a dark and stormy night and we had pulled into a little marina with a dingy bar at the foot of the dock on Matecumba Key. It was late but they were still serving sandwiches and stuff, bar food. There were only about five people inside. My mate and I went up to the bartender, took off our jackets, shook the water off them, draped them over barstools, and ordered. Then we walked over to the pool table about fifteen feet away and shot a game. When our food was ready, we went to the bar to eat and my jacket was gone. His was still there. They got my phone and a $350 all-weather sailing jacket I’d just bought a few days before in Key West. Nobody knew nothin’ about nothin’. Cops just blew it off, said they’d call me if anything came up. Man, was I pissed. I’ll never go back there again.