We were sitting down for dinner at a local Greek restaurant when my husband found this under the napkin dispenser on the dining table. We can’t help but try to imagine what would make a child write and hide this note. And mom is wrong– babies do indeed smile.
This note was found in my friend Cory’s high school locker after, presumably, having been dropped in there by mistake. We found it on 12/3/2000 and I kept it in my wallet for the next 10 years. On the heavy side, I was an American high school student and this was a year and a half after the Columbine shootings. The sort of 1950′s sock-hop innocence of this note helped me remember that the entire world wasn’t always going to hell all the time. It kinda gave me perspective.
I love the way she emphasizes the words “Sometimes”, “care about”, and “one” with an underline in the second paragraph. I also love the question, “Do you hold hands?” Some of her turns of phrase are pure genius.
Also, caught your show in Bloomington last night. Thanks for coming to our little town! the show was great, and I hope you had a good time!
I live about five blocks from the boundary of the Angeles National Forest, so it’s a routine thing for bears to come down the alley during the night, knocking over trash carts that I share with several other renters on the property and rummaging through the “goodies.” Cleaning up after the bears is also a routine thing. So the other morning I was sweeping up and noticed this document, which was folded lengthwise in half with a question mark drawn on the back. Naturally, I opened it and read. Here is what I found. I hate having to sit on a secret.
It’s the collection of little differences that I enjoy when I’m abroad, and this was a great reminder I was far from home. It was taped to a toilet cubicle in Uganda, presumably after they had to keep wiping mud of the toilet seat.