FOUND by Pam on Turk Street, San Francisco, California
I found this kind note this morning on my regular dog walking route; ten feet away from a raccoon that had been “sleeping” next to the curb for about three days. It’s kind of heartbreaking to think of this person first noticing the raccoon, then taking the time to write the note and, I assume, very quietly place the note under the wiper so as not to wake the tired beast.
FOUND by Nikki in Houma, Louisiana
Found while cleaning out my desk at work. I got to the bottom of a pile of papers that had been left by the previous occupant of my desk and found a CD labeled “Release the Beaver.” I popped it into the computer and found this single photo file. Something about this photo made me hold onto it. The pink hues, the giant beaver, the giant beaver pride.
FOUND by Justin Z. in Santa Barbara, California
I found this on the street during a lunch break from work over 10 years ago. Since then, I’ve proudly displayed it on my cubicle walls of each job I’ve had since then, and it never fails to disturb my co-workers. I’ve long been intrigued why the writer stored the chicken carcasses for his neighbor instead of disposing of them; in any case, he seems way more indignant about that than about the dog killing them in the first place.
FOUND by Nikki in the “lost and found” box at work
At work today an e-mail went out to all staff warning that the Lost and Found box was going to be dumped. In the e-mail was a list of completely random items (gold earring with “precious” written on it, 3 maps of Africa, a stuffed M&M doll, etc), but one item really stood out as a gem. It was describes as a photo of an “older white lady with a large real stuffed brown bear.” I was completely giddy with anticipation as I pondered what the photo might look like, or how it came to be. Long story short, we claimed it as ours and hijacked it from the Lost and Found box. Obviously we were pleasantly surprised.
FOUND by Colin Whitcomb in Milwaukee, Wisconsin
I found this in the lower branches of a bush in heart of Milwaukee’s East Side. My first reaction was a gut-busting laugh followed by a moment of puzzlement. For the most part, this meaning of this find is pretty clear-cut: she hates the cat. Yet I am baffled by the sudden interjection of “You never give me that much affection.” Does she want to be peed on? Is she yearning for this guy to mark his territory? I’m not sure any of us will have the answer.
