I was throwing frisbee golf at my alma mater a few years ago. Me and some of my friends, then in our late 20s, were drinking a few beers and having a good time reliving old memories of college. The course is idyllic with large trees shading the well kept Manigault Park. There are no baskets as in disc golf, but you throw a frisbee at a trees. Traditionally this is done barefoot. As we are rounding the 5th hole, I notice a small cut piece of paper. I pick it up out of my curious nature. I flip it over to find that it is a photgraph of an awesome snapshot of life in the early nineties. We were stunned by our good fortune. How did this relic at least fifteen years old arrive on a college campus in the middle of nowhere? Who are these people? Are they still together? We made up a back story for them based on pure conjecture. I wish I new their story.
As for now, the picture hangs behind my desk at the high school at which I teach. Every now and then a student will ask who these people are. The dialogue of the story of Muscle Man and Hairspray Girl is an every changing and reinvented one that I add to with each telling.
I found this on my windshield in the SFO long-term parking, October 2012. I was very late for a flight and parked quickly in a tight spot. I realized I severely squeezed someone in, but I had absolutely no time to park again. The whole 4-day trip I wondered if I’d get a ticket, towed, or a key scratch. When I returned, I saw something on my windshield. Figured it was a ticket but it was this letter. Sorry about that, stranger. I’m just glad you didn’t key my car.
FOUND by Charlie Grillo in Central Connecticut State University, New Britain, Connecticut
I found this while walking around my college campus. The back reads: “Project save the end of my summer”.
My thoughts were why would someone who is clearly bold, proactive and extremely extroverted need to solicit for a boyfriend? Then again who would agree to be boyfriend in a relationship that by design was never going to last? What would this “nothing to lose”, “the end in near” type of attitude have on the conventional dating experience? The whole idea seems like a setup to a cheesy rom-com, but fact usually is stranger than fiction, so who knows what this summer will hold.
FOUND by Polly Sugartree in Chelsea, New York City, New York
One glum sunless Chelsea morning I was huffing it up 10th Avenue. A light mist was falling. The sidewalk was littered with dog poop, which I was masterfully avoiding in towering high heels. Then SHAZAM, mid hop-skip-jump this stunning photo strip, was nearly crushed under my gilded toe, caught my eye. I dare say it was love at first sight.
I picked up the photo strip, brushed it off, and have adored it and the stunning creature captured (Miss America) for the past 3 days this has been in my possession.
Found this folded neatly below a stop sign in my apartment complex. After picking it up and walking off with it, I was struck by the idea that the stop sign was some sort of “drop point,” and Harrell was watching from out of sight somewhere, waiting for the letter’s intended mark to pick it up instead of me. Sorry for intercepting such a sad note, Harrell.