I stumbled upon this bench this evening. Looking for a shady spot under the trees to enjoy a salad and some connection with nature. At first, I thought someone had lost their bag or left it behind by accident and then I saw the printing on the side, and I was so intrigued! The pages are damp and faded, but I read a few entries, and I left one of my own. Thank you for doing this in this big city, at the Broad Ripple park, I can come and sit next to the Banks of the White River, find my peace and solitude, and still connect with other human beings through your pages.