I moved to the Outer Sunset at the beginning of June this year, and it truly was like relocating to another planet. San Francisco is unique in that the closer you get to the beach, the less desirable it is to live, and property values plummet. The numbered cross streets end at 48th Avenue and I moved into an in-law apartment on 47th about 100 yards from the surf. More on this fascinating corner of San Francisco later—I want to share something I literally stumbled upon one Friday evening two weeks past when the moon was full.
I was out with my camera and tripod taking long-exposure photos of traffic on the Great Highway between Taraval and Santiago Streets, adjacent to Ocean Beach near my place (red pin). Check these out, aren’t they amazing?! I say this without boasting because this is the first time I have pulled out my tripod since high school, and was truly shocked when I uploaded the SD card..
While waking back on a trail by the roadway, and could see from the passing headlights loose sheets of white notebook paper that were scattered around me. There were lots of little bitty pieces around too, but it was dark and didn’t have a flashlight.
I went home and started sorting through what appeared to be a collection of letters in a girls handwriting, along with some interesting graphic doodle artwork and photos of kids dressed up and at a prom. This was an interesting find, indeed.
I was up and out of the house at 6:30 a.m. the next morning determined to go collect anything left that might be related to what I picked up earlier. I combed every square foot of those dunes for a good hour, back and forth, up and down, trampling over fragile plants, triggering erosion slides down the steep dune face, picking up every last paper scrap there was to be found.
Until the cops showed up.
But I slyly evaded capture, and made it home with my paper booty only to realize that what I had might comprise the greatest archeological discovery since a couple of goofball shepherds threw rocks into some caves by the Dead Sea. 
That was a joke.
But not really, as you will soon discover for yourself. A comprehensive gallery of high resolution scans of the letters and drawings will soon be provided for your detailed examination. Perhaps the most controversial item in the collection is a one-page letter, wholly reconstructed from 12 multiple fragments (as best as I could determine).
But rather than providing answers, this captivating piece demands answers.
Why did somebody rip this letter up, and then toss it out a car window along with a bunch of other letters, photos, and drawings?
What did this letter contain that motivated such VIOLENT and DESTRUCTIVE actions?
Who were the people in these letters?
Was this juicy enough to get me a million dollar book deal?
This was a mystery that I was determined to solve. And I did.
Trust me, it’s a good one. All will be revealed in good time, unless you are able to crack it on your own. However, in the interest of protecting the privacy of ONE of the primary individuals involved, their last name is redacted. The other one turns out to be a semi-famous douchebag, so who cares.
So search away, possums. The gallery will be available within the next 24 hours.
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