Ten I See


FOUND by Lyle Lanley on a baseball field

My brother, another guy and I went to this field to throw around the football and found this note. I actually left my sweater there so it’s maybe the universe’s way of evening things out; find something, lose something.

Muscle Man and Hairspray Girl


FOUND by Andy King in Sewanee, Tennessee

I was throwing frisbee golf at my alma mater a few years ago. Me and some of my friends, then in our late 20s, were drinking a few beers and having a good time reliving old memories of college. The course is idyllic with large trees shading the well kept Manigault Park. There are no baskets as in disc golf, but you throw a frisbee at a trees. Traditionally this is done barefoot. As we are rounding the 5th hole, I notice a small cut piece of paper. I pick it up out of my curious nature. I flip it over to find that it is a photgraph of an awesome snapshot of life in the early nineties. We were stunned by our good fortune. How did this relic at least fifteen years old arrive on a college campus in the middle of nowhere? Who are these people? Are they still together? We made up a back story for them based on pure conjecture. I wish I new their story.

As for now, the picture hangs behind my desk at the high school at which I teach. Every now and then a student will ask who these people are. The dialogue of the story of Muscle Man and Hairspray Girl is an every changing and reinvented one that I add to with each telling.

The Vince Gill Shirt


FOUND by Todd Gastelum in Nashville, Tennessee

Sifting through old papers, I rediscovered this note, which I originally found posted on a bulletin board at a gay bar in Nashville in 1997. It is written on the back of a photocopied flyer for a retail store named OUTLOUD! Books & Gifts for Our Entire Community. (Check out our new video rental section!) At the time, it just seemed funny that someone would pin this to a corkboard in a bar. Now, 15 years later, it just seems sad and desperate and so … retro, in this age of Craigslist and smartphone apps specifically designed to work better than serendipity. I enjoy how directly the writer communicates his offer; it seems odd, however, that he wishes the reader good luck when it is he, David, who obviously needs it.