Cardinal Knot Hole Gang

A couple years ago, while painting the inside of a closet in her home, my mom’s brush ran into something stuck between the slats in the closet wall… she pulled out a child’s wallet from the 1940′s belonging to a boy named Ken Bock or Ken Bouk. I did some digging early on to try … Continued

I’m Gone Make Him Cry

Mackenzie found this on the Metro train after a Cardinals game. The front looks like innocent schoolwork; the back belies the glorification of violence in our youth.

Dear Nathan

I found this in a pile of cards in a suburb of St. Louis.

Bathroom Break?

When I got back to work after my vacation, this note was waiting in the ladies’ room, on the door of the middle stall (this toilet does have a weak flush). My friend told me it had been up for a while and she thought her manager had put it up (from the handwriting). I … Continued

DON’T THINK TOO MUCH, JUST PLAY

Found this while browsing at a used book fair. Wish I could remember the name of the book it was hiding inside, but I didn’t want to buy the book, so I put it back, but kept the note (score!). It’s a sweet note from a mom to her kid, a sort of pep talk … Continued

Mysterious Photo

I found this at work (an office store that has a copy center) just sitting on one of the display furniture chairs. I took black and white photography in high school and college, and this looks like someone actually developed it themselves in a darkroom. I was trying to think of how they did it … Continued

Meeting a Woman; A Cheat Sheet!

I found this at the bar that I worked at in college after we closed. To this day, I wonder what the other “missions” were, and if I had met this fellow.

Asshole Parker

I found this note in a Target parking lot in St. Louis one afternoon. It was laying on the ground between two cars, none of which were mine. I’m still trying to figure out if the writer of the note meant to call the bad parker an asshole twice or just forgot to put the … Continued

Get Your Life to Get There

Who says that picking up trash around the neighborhood doesn’t pay off? One 30-gallon bag and three blocks later, I had a rather entertaining read.