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August 14, 2009 |
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A Love Note
FOUND by Amanda Rivera
in Santa Cruz, CA
A group of friends and I were on our way to a "Jungle Fever" themed dance when we decided to ditch the dance for some Mexican food. As we were walking to the restaurant I came across this piece of paper on the floor. I've kept it in my dorm since.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
Spare changing for the holladays? Getting someone else to buy presents for you. Hmm, there really is a Santa Claus.
Other than that, it is a rather sweet love note. For a freeloader.
(sniff)
(sniff. sniff.)
(sni...) Oh, sorry. This Find is just so sweet, sentimental, and poignant that I can't bring myself to cut and paste any song lyrics, or mention any incorrectly spelled words, or anything.
Did I forget my urban Sombrero or is this
" find notes in front of Mexican restaurant week"?
@Librarian - It's obvious that "Pea in a Pod's" moving declaration failed to altar your affect. Very dissapointing.
"Spare Changing" is that insider lingo the grunts in the Salvation Army call it when they stand there ringing the bells?
Michael and Clara (aka BabyLove, Sweets, or any other adoring name Michael assigned her) lived a modest life as artists in the renovated downtown district. Michael had a voice that could stop folks in their tracks, full of love and anguish all at once. Clara had this gift with paint, able to make images burn with light as if you were looking at a photograph rather than simple liquids dried on paper.
They lived a simple, art-filled life. With December coming to a close, they promised each other they wouldn't go all crazy during the "holladays" like the other folks around them.
But Michael still wanted to get something small for Clara, something he new she'd love. She'd been gazing at that little sparkly Christmas ornament each time they passed the Artist Co-Op on their way to LuLu's to get their morning coffee.
So he woke up early Sunday morning to head over to LuLu's to sing for passerby's hoping at least a few would share their spare change.
After just a few hours he had enough to purchase the little ornament and a few cups of coffee to go.
She was still sleeping when he got home, he didn't have to write that note after all. Clara was pleasantly surprised when she woke to the smell of her favorite coffee. And she was outright overjoyed to find that sparkling ornament in the beautiful wrapping, how did Michael always know just what to get her?...
I just love to read the stories some of you come up with.. So Great!!!
I imagined this find as a note from a junkie who left this for his girlfriend.. Talking all sweet b/c he's jacked up on heroin and really just going to get 'holladay' blow, not money for presents.. Said girlfriend will wake up and smile at this lovely note just before she ties off her vein and then passes back out.
oh what childhood memories this brings back..
no j/k.. that would be awful huh??
HPD, what's the inside joke there with alter and affect? It HAS to mean something, right?
Librarian, good on ya for being the first to make such a poignant and relevant comment. (at first I thought you were just smelling Grinch's green, funky fog... that aroma sure does linger.)
spare changin' = "flyin' a sign"- panhandling. There's this guy here in Retrotown, "Monkey Mike". He's about 23, has a year and a half old bebby. He takes his little one out panhandling and rumor has it he makes about $30-40 AN HOUR on weekends with decent weather.
What a sweet way to hit on/compliment an impovrished/homeless person.
Love is for everyone!
@Holla! - Oops shoulda been alter... - and your should check
http://foundmagazine.com/comments/11334
for a reference...
Hey. Panhandling can be a lucrative career.
"Holladays" is definitely going on my Christmas cards this year, along with Willie in full regalia at Carnaval.
"Holladays". Title of the Beastie Boys Christmas CD.
Ooo!! Ooo!! I have special knowledge here!
1. Lulu's has a *last* name too! It's Lulu Carpenter's (no idea if there's ever been a person of the same name; I think not).
2. Santa Cruz in the 1930s, 40s, 50s was a sleepy town; lots of older and retired folk... sidewalks rolling up and all. The major economy was the summer (ocean, beach & boardwalk), and Easter week tourism trade. Otherwise it was pretty dull. In the early 1960s, Cabrillo College (jr. coll.) was built and starting in the mid-60s, the Univ. of Calif, Santa Cruz campus, started to be built, college-in-the-redwoods by college-in-the-redwoods.
3. Young people and clusters of students flocked to Santa Cruz, renting old neglected houses... building up to the "summer of love" and all that stuff. And pan-handling became a staple for a % of the population. And, quite often, the attitude of these folks remained sweet and spacey and peace-loving.
Truly a Santa Cruz tradition!!
Ho, ho, ho! I am jolly and full of mirth. Why? Because it's the Holla-days! Holla back!