Going to Atlanta


FOUND by Amber Dawn in North Carolina

These pages are from a very ambitious, yet short-lived journal by a college student en route to Atlanta in a 15-person passenger van. Likely a Diversity function by a student organization, the point was to learn more about poverty by staying in a homeless shelter. I’m not sure if the last page was meant as a concluding sentence, but it seems a little abrupt when compared to all the exposition.

The author makes no mention of a date, nor does he note the duration of the trip. The journal has a copyright date of 1993, so my guess would be mid-to-late 90′s. In the first 3 pages, the author makes note of the other passengers’ activities en route: reading, sleeping, and quiet conversation. There’s no mention of cell phones, though he does describe the reggae music as “blaring through a little silver box.” I guess that could be anything from a transistor radio to a modern portable mp3 speaker.

I hope he became immersed in the experience and didn’t have time to write any more, as opposed to a more grim fate at the hands of an untrustworthy hobo.

I Can


FOUND by Amber Dawn in North Carolina

We were on a day trip to a replica of an Old Western town. My grandparents went there a few years ago and attended a weekend festival, but the owner has since passed away so we arrived to find it eerily deserted and run-down. We walked around and explored for two or three hours and I only saw one other person the whole time, very possibly the author of this flyer. She was sitting on a bench outside a closed-for-good souvenir shop, her attention devoted to a phone or handheld gaming system from which I never noticed her avert her glance to check out our motley band of too-late-tourists. In retrospect, maybe I should’ve asked her how much it would have cost to clean our carses.