A Good Heart
While on a walk I noticed a small folded piece of paper sticking up from the grass with “READ” printed on it in a demanding fashion.
While on a walk I noticed a small folded piece of paper sticking up from the grass with “READ” printed on it in a demanding fashion.
I found this posted on a community bulletin board in Bolinas, a small hippie town north of San Francisco. And, in case you’re wondering, no, I did not go look for Gary behind the building.
Had the back doors open of our recently purchased used car and were standing, waiting to load an item when Richard reaches in and plucks out from under the back seat: a folded note addressing the former owner. We’ve been pondering the identity of the writer and the content ever since.
These signs were posted all over the campus of Grand Valley State University last year. Every single one was hand-written in the same distinct handwriting. I wanted to snag one of the signs right away, but I couldn’t bare the thought of this person not finding their unicycle because I had taken down one of … Continued
My girlfriend and I found this on the way to lunch one afternoon.
I found this in the hallway at my old high school. I’m not sure I want to know what might have been the topic of conversation when this was written.
On a recent Monday morning, as I groggily headed out the door for work and approached my vehicle, I noted a scrap of paper lying next to the front left tire. Although I don’t quite understand what the note-writer “needed” from Brian, I suppose it’s a plea for some kind of drug. Sad I guess, … Continued