Attentive readers of this blog will remember that I found a Gemini Award in late November.

In that posting, I said I knew what the owner looked like, and that next time I saw him, I'd ask him if he wanted it back.

The big moment arrived minutes ago. I was standing on College Street, waiting to cross the street, when the shit-disturbing auteur came strolling eastward with some other fellow.

"Excuse me, are you (name of auteur)?" I said. He acknowledged that he was, parted company with his companion, and asked me my name. I gave it, shaking hands with him in the process. Then I popped the question:

"I've got a Gemini Award of yours. Do you want it back?"

He giggled at what I presume was an unexpected question and jerked his head in a classic WTF movement, but said no, that was okay.

We didn't chat long, but I told him I found it abandoned in a patch of grass just up from my place the afternoon after this fall's Gemini broadcast.

It turns out he doesn't even live on my street, and has no more idea than I do about how the statuette ended up there. But he seemed to take some amusement value from the situation.

"Do you have it in a nice place?" he asked. I nodded yes (it sits in front of my living room window and reflects a lot of the apartment's light when the living room is dark, really making it stand out -- glint, even).

"Well, keep it there," he said, adding, "We'll hook up later and figure out what to do," before heading off to do his business.

I can say I tried to do the right thing. I will update if and when the next development occurs.