As a teen in the early 1970s, I found this engaging portrait taped to the front of a stand-alone photo booth at the Kmart. We lived about an hour from La Crosse, so I knew it was unlikely that I would ever actually cross paths with these girls.
This letter mysteriously appeared on our table while out for drinks.
I was out walking my dog in the neighborhood during one of the first days of spring. We crossed the street and I saw this.
Shortly after being introduced to FOUND Magazine, I found this under a desk in my French class. I keep it on my desk by my computer and it makes me smile every time I see it.
I found this photograph on a business flight underneath the seat in front of me.
Found in a closet in my high school’s dark room.
My comrade Ian found this detourned flyer hanging in a local cafe, probably Fuel.
This note had blown under the bike rack when I came in to work this morning at the university. Poor Niels, whoever he is. I was in his position once, so it sent chills down my spine. And is “Dad” sympathetic, or gloating?
I found this in the lower branches of a bush in heart of Milwaukee’s East Side. My first reaction was a gut-busting laugh followed by a moment of puzzlement. For the most part, this meaning of this find is pretty clear-cut: she hates the cat. Yet I am baffled by the sudden interjection of “You … Continued