FOUND by Joebob Corejr in Rio De Janeiro, Brasil
Found in a Portuguese dictionary at a used bookstore, dated on back 1889.
FOUND by Henry And Jessica Gordon in Charlotte, North Carolina
My wife and I drove by a soft-cushioned chair that had been set out and thought “Hey, someone threw away a perfectly good chair that might look great upstairs!” We loaded the chair into my truck and drove it home. It smelled slightly of cat pee so we decided to rip out the cloth bottom and check for any bugs or other nasties. From the bottom fell this envelope with a poetic turn written across: “If loving you is a crime, then I’d be happy doing time.” We’re not sure if this is a quote from an unnamed source or if it’s original inspiration, but I’m sure something happened that moved the author to pen it down. We wonder if there was ever anything inside the envelope- money or another letter- or if it was just the first available scrap. In any case, we hope the sentiment was felt by the intended.
FOUND by Andy Liguori in Chapel Hill, North Carolina
I found this sitting on a trashcan at a supermarket. I’m not really sure what to make of it, other than a) the author fancies himself something of a rapper and b) he smokes a good deal of pot. (Note the “bud the in the carpet” line, not to mention the telling shopping list on the reverse, which includes chocolate and Febreeze)
FOUND by Davy Rothbart in Chicago, Illinois
One cold as fuck February night in Chicago in 1999, I went to my old apartment at Fullerton and Kedzie to watch the movie “Ran” with my friend and old roommate Kelli, who still lived there. Around 3 a.m. I stumbled out to my car, full of war-fatigue from the movie, and thinking all kinds of intense thoughts about the book I was working on about a Vietnam vet. A light snow had fallen. On my car’s windshield, I found this note– apparently a case of mistaken Toyota Camrys. Poor Mario– catching blame when he was probably at work and not with this other girl. I thought it was a pretty amazing love note, though, really: amber, trying to be all full of bitterness and bile, but giving herself away with her sweet coda– page me later.