Lost/stolen Suitcase

I have lost a bulky blue suitcase. It was either lost or stolen from me at the Greyhound bus terminal (Port Authority) in New York City. Inside it were things that are dear to me, like the red velvet jacket that my father bought for me in Argentina, the jacket with the Ruby--Buenos Aires label. They don't make velvet like that anymore. It was nice, rich and thick, softer than silk. I had kept it all these years because it was the last souvenir I had left of him. 2004 was a tough year for me and the loss of my suitcase makes it tougher still. It was a heavy blue suitcase with wheels. I want it back.