[d'awww]

Found: On top of the recycle...bin...thingy on the Common just outside of Park Street Station, around 2:15 PM Friday: a composition notebook, organic cardboard brown with faded forest green binding, and

( the deets )

It would have been much easier to find the kid who lost this if he had put his name and address or school in the spaces provided; as it is, there are homework assignments dating from September 9th of last year all the way up to last Thursday, but he never wrote the names of his school or any of his teachers anywhere--didn't even write his full name anywhere easily visible; the only clue I had was that, thankfully, his fifth-grade class had to write down their ancestry as part of a homework assignment, and so a few pages in he recorded the names, birthdates, and birthplaces of himself, his parents, two grandparents, and two great-grandparents. I Googled my fingers off searching the phone book, immigration records, and, finally, in a last-ditch effort to return the thing, his last name and the words "Boston" and "school": the second page of that search turned up back records of the Beacon Hill Times (a short and somewhat boring weekly newspaper focused on my neighbourhood) that featured a 2006 article on how the 3rd and 6th grades of the school associated with my childhood church had engaged in a community-service art project involving that shiny new version of the Charles/MGH Red Line station (dammit but I miss that pedestrian bridge; despite the addition of more traffic lights and a sidewalk island, Charles Circle remains one of the most insanely dangerous intersections in this city, especially when trying to get to the T).

(Me being me, I've impulsively decided that this is an omen indicating that Anglicanism is my one true religious calling, and the Catholic church can kiss my ass therefore I should probably think about going to church every other Sunday or so...or at least on special occasions...the Church of the Advent really is a nice place, all old and historic and chock full of nice people with even better food...mmm, Coffee Hour...)

So, will nip down to the school on Monday EDIT: Tuesday (forgot about MLK Day) and inquire as to whether the kid still attends there, and if not how I could get in touch with his school and/or his parents, or something. 'Cause my fifth-grade experience may have been rougher than most, but it really would've sucked had I lost my homework book right before the end of the first semester.