by tripp
Last night I got coffee with a friend down at Dana Street in Mountain View. And as we walked around, there were a couple of books lying out on the sidewalk. And one of them? “Where the Sidewalk Ends.”
And inside? An inscription reading: “9th Birthday Present, January 1992, Amber [last name] If found call [telephone number]”
Now, there is no area code on the number. It was 17 years ago, which would make Amber 26 now. And looking on Facebook, there are 5 potential Ambers, none of them are in California, one isn’t even in the country.
So I don’t think there is much I can do — I suppose I could send FB messages to these people, asking if I have their copy of “Where the Sidewalk Ends.” It seems a little weird.
At the same time, this is such a…critical book to childhood, I can’t imagine why someone’s copy was lying on the sidewalk at 10pm on a Tuesday night.
Thoughts? What should I do?
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Call the number. Their parents might still be there. Drop notes on FB. What could it hurt (excepting that they’re potentially crazy and the book represents some unseen childhood trauma…)
ray :: may 19 2009 :: 3:48 pm
Call and then FB all the Ambers. I would want the book back. I LOVE that book and still have my copy. Maybe this is a test.
Kady :: may 30 2009 :: 4:10 pm