I found a large batch of photographs, in a water damaged album, in the summer of 2014 that belonged a family with a baby born in the mid-1980s named Bobby. They were from Second Time Around Flea Market. I almost gave up looking for him, because I kept running into dead ends.  I put them away for a while, then went back to them at the end of the year.

In early January of 2015, I found an address on Whitepage.com that I believed could be little Bobby’s home, so I made photocopies of the photographs, wrote a quick letter, and mailed them to him on 12 January 2015.

The next day, I received a phone call from the young man. He sounded out of breath, he was speechless. He could not believe that these family photographs even existed. He didn’t even have any baby photos! “We thought they were all lost in a house fire!”, he told me.  He also told me, with excitement, that he couldn’t wait to show them to his mother. “She’ll flip!”