Dear Ike Skelton

I found this at a Boy Scout function in Summer of 2007.  Ike Skelton is a Congressman in Missouri.

Annoying

I found this in my yard. Obviously, Zyan just can’t forgive Katie for what happened on Thursday.

She is Never Happy

I found this in a Wal-mart parking lot sometime in late 2006.

Jail Time Blues

I was digging through the discount record section at Sound Exchange in Houston, TX when my thumbs came across an old vintage vinyl copy of “Frampton Comes Alive” by Peter Frampton. I opened the gatefold, admired the art, and then when I went to pull the record out I noticed a folded up note inside. … Continued

Really Really Really Sorry

I wonder if Paul ever sent this letter to Sarah. Did he change his mind and stuff the letter inside a book? Maybe Sarah got it and put it in the book. I’d like to think there was a happy-ever-after to this story but more likely these two drifted apart after this incident. Who knows?

Summer is Now Quite Past

I found this love letter while I was in college and I’ve kept it for about ten years. When I found it I was already well rehearsed in love letters, having dated someone in New York for a year before moving out here from Wisconsin. We had a great time for a couple years and … Continued

Dear Andy

August 12, 1990 – spilling my guts like everyone else… ❤️ two pages found folded up in a pocket of a jacket @ a thrift store

1920s Kind of Love

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.

About The Ring…

This letter blew into my yard this past weekend at some point. Looks to be the first page of a handwritten letter written in 1983 by a woman to a man with whom she is perhaps in an intimate relationship. He also seems to be providing her with some financial support (as she looks to … Continued

Comparisons

Found this in a parking lot. Is it a comparison of lovers to find the best one? Comparing each other? What got me are the sincere, gentle questions then: “Who does more shots when you go out?”