The other day I spotted these old photos sitting in the flower bed at my local bus stop. What I found were 24 photos from somebody's summer vacation in July of 1978. Each had a note on the back with a date and description. They started in Sacramento and ended (at least the photos ended) in Nebraska. That's all I know. The fun thing about found photos is to try to come up with the personal stories that go with them. I hope these help spark your imaginations. Here they are.