I found this in a used copy of J.D Salinger’s Nine Stories. I had been looking for a copy of the book for an essay I had to write for university and found this tucked in the back with an old bus pass.
I work for my university to check-in and check-out camps from a dorm during the summer. We have to go through each room of the building to find lost items. We had just checked-out a christian camp and our building had all girls– no boys allowed. I found this note stuffed and folded in the … Continued
I found this note in a little wooden box I bought at a flea market. It broke my heart because it looks like Katherine was crying while she wrote this– there are little tear stains on the paper. It also looks like this letter was read many, many times. The paper is torn like a … Continued
Found on Huger Street. I hope Olga got better.
FOUND in the original envelope in a bowling bag at a flea market.
My boss actually found this one walking back to the office.
I’m not exactly sure if this one counts, but I thought I’d share it anyway. My drummer found this note left in his room two days after moving in with this really anal guy he found on Craigslist (’nuff said). He unfortunately moved out before receiving any bathroom pointers.
I work for a large corporation in a mega-complex that was built in the early 1980s. While cleaning out my desk in preparation for a move, I found this postcard jammed into the back of the drawer.
I found this stuffed in a small wooden shoe inherited from my mother’s side of the family. I wonder why the author bothered to explain that the shoes “mean absolutely nothing.” Should they mean something?
It’s sad that this post-card never made it to the intended recipient, even though it doesn’t say anything terribly important.