I was walking my dog on a windy day and saw a piece of paper that was trying to blow out of a bush but trapped by the leafless branches. My curiosity got the better of me and I picked it up. Best decision ever.
Keeping this note around helps me reaffirm my faith in humanity. The image of this kid and the lizard eating and playing together is just too much.
FOUND by Kelly H. on a Subway napkin at a local brewery
Cleaning and closing up for the night brings many finds, but I’m sure these two were lost without this formal paperwork they left on the table. Subway and good beer brings compromise. BUT, things change, you understand.
FOUND by Alicia at Zaytoons Hookah Bar on Myrtle Avenue, Brooklyn, New York City, New York
I started a job as a waitress at a hookah bar in Brooklyn and got stuck alone with the Valentine’s Day shift this week. The owner had recently fired the busboy so it was extra crazy for me– so many couples came in!! I think that’s why we only noticed this homemade Valentine under a table at the very end of my shift. The manager was about to toss the card but I asked to keep it. The giver (Murat I think) had clearly taken so much time to make it. I love the two pigeons on the cover, and the message on the back.
FOUND by Jason Saiter in a high school classroom podium
I found this on my podium with a bunch of other notes on the same-sized paper. The custodian likely put it there, but I’m not sure. I teach in a high school and thought this was pretty interesting compared to other things I’ve found. Tried to discreetly find the owner with no luck.
FOUND by Felix van Nostram in a dead woman’s postcard collection my father purchased at an estate sale
Back in the day, my father had two main hobbies: garage sale-ing and stamp collecting. The way that these two hobbies manifested themselves in combination was when my dad would go to an estate sale (meaning someone has died), he would purchase the deceased’s collection of letters. He then would browse for any stamps of value. When he found one, he would wet it, peel it off, and catalogue it appropriately in one of his many binders.
Some time during this long-lasting, decade-spanning activity, my father’s two hobbies turned into just one – light hoarding. And so the postcards sat in my father’s corner of the basement. For years they were hidden from humankind until one day I unearthed a treasure of thousands of old postcards spanning from 1893 to 1969 and this one was in there. It tells a great story of a father who’s just trying to be a part of his son’s life presumably post-divorce and is having a tough time.