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FOUND by Patrick in Vancouver, Washington
Found on the road under our mailbox next to the Pearson Air Museum. It’s part of a note book. Many of the pages are dated. All are from 1990. I wonder where has this been for the last few decades? It was kept a long time, it must have meant something to someone.
FOUND by Ana in Seattle, Washington
I found this photo tucked away in an old paperback copy of Dune at the Value Village thrift store. I’m almost positive it was placed at a random page as opposed to being used as a bookmark. The book cost .69¢ but the photo is priceless. There are three names with tally marks underneath them on the back side of the photo. I’m assuming these are the names of the people in the photograph and the tally marks are their hits. “J” is the winner with 14, “K” is second with 10 and “B” is last with only 4.
FOUND by Michelle in our newspaper holder in Snohomish, Washington
This is Part 3 of 4. We own a sheep ranch in the mild climate of the Pacific Northwest, and have a livestock guardian dog which lives with the sheep to protect them from predators. She is a Maremma, bred for this purpose, and she likes her job of being lazy all day in a big field, hanging out with sheep and barking her head off at stuff. *Of course* she has a shelter with bedding, water, daily food and care (though sometimes she prefers to sleep in the rain anyway). But this person seems to feel the dog needs more in her life. Though it’s unclear exactly where we’re going wrong, given the amenities already available to our very valuable livestock protector. Who is leaving the notes is a curious mystery. They are interesting in their spontaneity, scrawled on scraps of paper with various different pens, some running out of ink; and some text running off the page. But the latest one was typed, enclosed in an envelope sealed with a cheerful Christmas stamp, and addressed in loopy penmanship “to our neighbor.”
FOUND by Michelle in our newspaper holder in Snohomish, Washington
We own a sheep ranch in the mild climate of the Pacific Northwest, and have a livestock guardian dog which lives with the sheep to protect them from predators. She is a Maremma, bred for this purpose, and she likes her job of being lazy all day in a big field, hanging out with sheep and barking her head off at stuff. *Of course* she has a shelter with bedding, water, daily food and care (though sometimes she prefers to sleep in the rain anyway). But this person seems to feel the dog needs more in her life. Though it’s unclear exactly where we’re going wrong, given the amenities already available to our very valuable livestock protector. Who is leaving the notes is a curious mystery. They are interesting in their spontaneity, scrawled on scraps of paper with various different pens, some running out of ink; and some text running off the page. But the latest one was typed, enclosed in an envelope sealed with a cheerful Christmas stamp, and addressed in loopy penmanship “to our neighbor.”
FOUND by Dld in Puget Sound, Washington
I work in a church office. We have a small staff. There is a good flow of people through here during the day, but I know everyone who comes by. I found this list on the back stairway down to the basement and the usual suspects who might have created this list deny it is theirs.
