Dear Whoever Took The Baja Hoodie My Neighbor Left In A “Free” Box On The Sidewalk,
When I saw that my neighbor had placed a Baja hoodie out on the sidewalk in a box marked “free,” along with a diverse collection of books, glassware, a compost bin, and what appeared to be an old washcloth, I laughed. This striped gray and black garment reminded me of the precious group of stoner skateboarders who lurked in the halls of my rural high school (once I wrote a feature story for the school paper about how the skater boys were misunderstood and deserved at least as much respect as our chapter of the Future Farmers of America). It reminded me of a guy in my freshman fiction class who would plagiarize Nietzsche during workshops and always wore–you guessed it–a Baja hoodie. It reminded me of the glassy-eyed surfers I met when I lived in Hawaii.
I didn’t know which neighbor abandoned it, but I can be relatively sure this person attended some reggae concerts in the early ’90s. I can be relatively sure they inhaled deeply and often. I can be relatively sure they recently got a “real job” and felt it was finally time to let go of their past.
What I couldn’t be sure of is who on earth would see a frayed Baja hoodie peeking out of a box on the sidewalk and think, “Score!” Since the box had been placed directly under my office window, I decided to wait and see…