150. Ryan M.

Drumming your way through ADD and high school into Berklee College of Music and into the hearts of all who you crossed paths with. A human spirit truer than the truth itself. The music is not the only beauty you emanate.

149. Laura

Crumbled cellophane, empty cigarette packs, over flowing ashtrays, playing cards strewn on the table, a couple diet sodas and you have what’s needed to learn what matters. Bonds that can only be formed over a game of pitch. I bid three.

148. Shelby

I won’t be sad if my son says he loves you. You stayed with him until I could. You started the chain that brought me to him when he was hurt. When the stitches are gone I really hope you aren’t.

147. Mark G.

I heard you say “mini-me” before Austin Powers. Asking if I would love a pocket version of you. You filled the loneliness for the moment not the future. Thought to myself, how conceited. I felt I had only known the mini-you.

146. Mark F.

Last night you came to me in a dream. I awoke wishing I could see you. Saddened about the ease with which we let people go out of our lives. I miss you. How do I get to Social Circle, Georgia?

145. Dave

Truly believes in God’s gift to women and he is it. He is one who thinks that. Tells stories that cannot be verified. Has been seen out with one woman for over a year now. She is more obnoxious than he.

144. Debbie

We first met in a universe of happy families and watching kids-watching kittens. We met again after faded innocence and divorces were final. Started a friendship over weekly breakfasts. Diagnosis cancer and I left determined to not see that devastation again.

143. Planet

Whether fishing (her first love) or traveling around looking for hidden treasures, Planet brought me into a world where the tiniest of trinkets resemble the secret contents of Davy Jones Locker. By land and sea we have discovered an energetic friendship.

Do you want to learn more about one of our adventures in Geocaching

142. Cathy

I wanted someone to play with. Who didn’t matter. You wouldn’t have visitors while the Flintstones were on. In my desperation, I told you that was something only a goulie-faced-boogarhead would do. Was I the only 9year-old afraid to play alone?

141. Dan Tyminski

There are rules. No last names or fame with your ass planted on a barstool. Stardom comes late night with stories relived and counting of my booty. “Know who that was?” “Yeah, Dan. Friendly, tips well and drinks soda. So what?”

140. B Kiddo

Acceptance is the elusive treasure. Truths are only seen through witty lines and barroom banter. Or an occasional kiss. What gets hidden is a small girl with an enormous heart learning the art of loving herself. Being graded on the curve.

139. Warren (Becki's Friend)

At first you only called me Becki’s-Mom, years later coming to my rescue when that damned-old-box-spring wouldn’t go upstairs to my new place. All the while loading HankWilliams,Jr. songs on my computer. Great feeling knowing your kids friends are such good-people.

138. Becca

Books, books and more books. Using written word for oxygen. Inhaling authors and ideas. Exhaling variations of their dreams. She flies on dictionary wings, drawing her life’s map with the ink of others. Dedicated to finding her way via random house.

137. Sal

Lessons learned first-hand about the devastation of spirit through chemicals. Transformed to an organic life. A hopeful life. One night. One relapse. His lifeless body hung for 14 hours before anyone noticed hope was gone. Another lesson forgotten. Another soul lost.