Found these in front of a yard on Green Street in Jamaica Plain. The selection struck me as sad. Maybe whoever had them simply didn't need them anymore, if ever. Still, I couldn't help but feel that these were the remnants of a failed relationship, perhaps more than one kind. a spouse and a parent maybe?
I still have all the help books from my last failed relationship years ago, as if I didn't want to give up on hope. I haven't opened them up since and really should get rid of them but for some reason haven't. For these to be out for anyone to grab struck me as a bold admission of moving on from past mistakes. Good for them, if that's the case.
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