I work in downtown Winnipeg. One of my favourite places to release a book is on a parking meter just outside my office. My catch rate at this spot is not the greatest, although I have had some books check in from time to time. They all disappear though so I continue to release there.
Today I was outside on the porch at street level having a smoke. Lots of people pass by all day long, so often smiles or comments ("nice day") are exchanged. Today a young man, perhaps in his early twenties walked by, picking up litter as he went. I recognized him as one of our city's "clean team" by the florescent bib he wore. The City employs homeless people to pick up litter, hoping to give them job skills and a bit of a wage (minimum wage). I smiled at him as he went by and he smiled back.
Then, as he passed the parking meter on which I often release books, I heard him say, "Aww, no book." My ears perked up and I said, "Pardon?" He came over and explained a little bit sheepishly, "Sometimes when I come, there's a book there. If there is, I take it." I said, "Oh, I think that's the whole idea. People leave books there for other people to find." He brightened and said, "I don't read but I take them back to my wife and she reads them to me. She likes to get them."
I actually started to tear up then and all I could say was, "I hope you find some more." He grinned and said, "Me too."
You know, I don't care if I ever get another official "catch" from there, I'll keep releasing my books there and thinking of this young man listening as his wife reads to him.