Happy news! I found my missing New England Oyster Cracker wrapper. I had given up hope, and when I returned to the place where it had turned up missing it was not to look for it, but to smoke a cigar and drink some wine. You know, the usual front porch activities. But, while sitting there, it came to mind, as things do, and I looked around a bit. It had, apparently, blown out of my book, but had not escaped the confines of the porch. I found it wedged in the southwest corner, among some leaves and dirt. I found a safe place for it.