One of my favorite websites used to be Found Magazine. I'd pop up daily, as if entering my usual coffee shop...getting my usual and settling down to swap tidbits with the locals.
The site is basically the junk drawer in the kitchen. Lists, notes, random photos. All found somewhere and sent in to the website.
Why are we so interested in other's peoples personal lint? I don't know, but I am. My imagination automatically throws everyone into the
I saw this list on the ground next to my stoop. It's written in Old People and its written in pencil. I thought it was a rather handsome list, just dying to be on the cover of So I Don't Forget monthly. Each item is stunningly scratched off in what had to be a travelling pencil on this contained scavenger hunt.
I can see why the fifth one down was not crossed off however. My suggestion would be to check Facebook for Lorraine Swiss. Tell her I said Hi.
