I’m walking my normal neighborhood route and expecting nothing out of the ordinary. I saw the paper – a little tattered and damp from the previous day’s rain – snagged by the flox which surrounded the mailbox. I walked on. My curiosity got the best of me and I turned back. I picked up the paper careful not to tear it and saw the words Help me please! Was it really a cry for help? Was it someone’s idea of a joke? Or was it just a way to respond to a boring situation? I’ll never know.