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Monday, October 10, 2005

Phish Boots

Earlier this week I stopped by a rummage sale at local church on the way home from work. I have always had a weakness for a good deal. I had actually gone to a rummage sale at this church in the spring and scored a sweet pair of old school all leather Limmer hiking boots and a Blackburn bike rack for 2 bucks. So when I stumbled across the sign this week, I was stoked. In a matter of 5 minutes I came out a dollar poorer, but with a green t-shirt and a pair of rubber boots. I'd been looking for a pair of boots to throw on during snowy mornings, and these seemed as good as any. There were actually three to choose from. Two were muddy and taped together and the third was an ancient green pair stuffed with newspaper from 1971! I obviously chose the non-descript pair.

Two days later I came to discover that the normal old mud boots were far from normal. I brought the boots outside to clean them off and noticed something sitting inside of the right boot. I stuck my hand inside and pulled out two pieces of paper. The first item was the note on the left and the second was a self-addressed postage paid envelope made out to an individual in Newport, VT. Now I'm not a big Phish fan (even though I had spent many days of my youth noodling to Trey and company at venues across the Northeast), but I found this all pretty amazing. I guess it's all self-explanatory; someone came across these boots during the cleanup from the big Phish finale Coventry shows last August and decided to take a stab at keeping track of them. It's a pretty novel idea.

I'm planning on sending the postcard out tomorrow and will share any developments. I don't imagine much will come of this, but I never could have imagined that 50 cents spent on a pair of boots would result in me sending a postcard to Newport.


  • At 10:54 PM, Blogger Flatlander said…

    That's a great story. You should send the note to Found (www.foundmagazine.com). They would love that story.

  • At 8:58 AM, Blogger jds said…

    Thanks for the suggestion. I sent an abbreviated version to Found. We'll see if they do anything with it. I doubt much, given that there are so many WAY more amazing things on their site.

  • At 3:39 AM, Blogger grand canyon hiking said…



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