Zuto Shel Yam
An every day occurence, a person finds something most banal - a pen, a forgotten package of pasta, in my case, yesterday, pizza spice), and he or she doesn't know to whom it belongs. Something that nobody would come back and claim, or seek to find (well, at least almost nobody). Yesterday, while waiting for an intercity bus, I saw a package of pizza seasoning - brand name "Pereg" in case you lost it, behind the bus stop, 1540 (to be exact), and didn't know what to do with it. It had clearly fallen from somebody's shopping bag, plastic perhaps, or maybe it was flannel, but lo and behold, it had found its resting spot, on the floor, sideways at the foot of a highly trafficked bus stop, where no fewer than 5,000 people pass on a given day. So what do you do, halachically? What does Jewish law dictate? I've been trying to get a clear answer, and so I asked three different rabbis. Now, the gut response is it's yours. What, then, if it were a diamond ring? O...