This letter was laying on the ground as I exited my car. Rarely do I exert the energy to pick up a piece of paper but this was folded in a way where I could see it was a note of sorts. It is dated November 21, 2002, and I am confident it had not been there long due to it’s condition. Less than a year after September 11, 2001 my mind raced with thoughts of what this guy was up to and why this letter was in a Wal-Mart parking lot of my small boring town. I’ve held onto it for all this time.
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 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.
I found this postcard in an old book at a Texas Public Libraries sale. The postmark date is unreadable, but the photo caption says it’s the “newly-constructed” Tiffany Tower, which was began construction in 1977 according to Wikipedia. It says:
Having a ‘Ball’ Needless to say, no time to write. 3 am. Tell you all about it – Virginia. Well, exchange crying towels.
I’ve always wondered if she was really having a good time or not.
At a thrift store I opened the drawer of what I thought might be a vintage Paul McCobb desk, and found this letter draft folded up in the back. Without reading it I stuffed it into my pocket, hoping that it might prove interesting when I got home. For the most part I was not disappointed in this regard.
Three years ago when I was a case worker, some kid on my caseload brought this letter to me. He had just found it in an alley behind our office. He let me have it when I told him about FOUND Magazine– but I forgot all about it until recently.
This letter was found in Denver, Colorado so I guess Caroline and Ken ended up moving there. I hope that Poe and Rob were able to work it out for Brook’s sake.