Virtual museum whose mission is litter-prevention by ARTiculating litter with humor, art and kindness. Kind of like Greenpeace meets the Dalai Lama. Museum's Goal is to go out of business because there's no more litter to showcase. Litter-art sales fund awareness, education & events.
Gary recently found a digital camera while metal detecting on the beach in Ft. Lauderdale. The camera barely worked, but the memory card had 700+ family photos. The photos seemed to revolve around an adorable young boy and his extended family during all the holidays, sporting events and birthdays for a whole year. There were pictures of him dyeing Easter eggs, in Halloween costume surveying all his candy, standing in snow, under the Christmas tree with presents, family vacations, playing soccor and proudly showing a ribbon won for a track event. There were even pictures of a military funeral.
I wanted so much to return the pictures to the family and was certain if I looked closely enough, there would be some identifying clue to find the owner. Sure enough, there was. In the track photos the jerseys and a scoreboard gave the clue "Mariemont Warriors." A quick google search came up with Cincinnati. So far so good, but, still not enough info. Fortunately, a birthday party in the spring/summer provided the clue. At the festivities a magician is standing by the young boy and nearby is a sandwich board reading: "Happy Birthday, Joseph, from Charlie Cadabra." Another quick goggle and soon Charlie is giving me Joseph's family contact info. Now, there's magic for you!
Joseph had been vacationing with his grandmother when the camera was lost. She wrote, "Thank you very much, I set the camera on my beach towel and forgot and picked up the towel. I have told my family about you and they can't believe it. First that you took the time to try and find me and then were able to do so. Will never forget you." An odd twist: the Museum of Litter set out to preserve the environment and ended up helping preserve a family's memories. That feels good!
Harry didn't call. He didn't write. He didn't visit. He left yesterday morning to go back to VA with the teenager's high school ring among his vacation souveniers. Harry made metal-detectors and adults everywhere look bad.
The next time G sees the young man he'll have to tell him it WAS found but the finder wanted to keep it. Harry wanted to keep it because, in his words, he "worked hard for it" and "it meant something to him." If he thinks it means something to him, what does he think it means to the kid? Even more, what it means to the kid's view of his fellow man as he is just starting out in life.
Thanks, Harry! If you ever find yourself reading this, Harry, and you change your mind, you know where to reach us.