Rudolph R. Resta, 77, walked out of a wintry rain recently, through the revolving door of a largely empty Times Square office building, and into his distant past.
He found his two sons, now in their 40s, when they were small enough to fit into the same lawn chair, side by side. He found his wife, Angela, posing before a knife-sharp Pontiac Grand Prix in Prospect Park, looking very sultry in a jaguar stole; “real jaguar,” he said, “not the stuff they have today.
Mr. Resta had carelessly left his wallet in his jacket pocket in a closet at the New York Times headquarters in 1970. José Cisneros, a security guard at Mr. Resta's former workplace, recently found the wallet in a niche in a wall. He went through a number of connections before finding the wallet's owner. The contents of the wallet, like a time capsule, brought back a flood of memories for Mr. Resta but the cash he carried with him at the time was long gone.