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Black Coach crossbody with gold charm
I lost my black leather Coach crossbody yesterday around 3pm near the Meridian Market on Main Street, just outside the Bean & Barrel cafe at the corner of Main and 12th. It's a compact pebble-grain bag, about the size of a tablet, with a detachable strap and a gold-tone Coach 'C' zipper charm. Inside the red satin lining there's a tiny heart embroidered on the inner pocket and a small scuff on the bottom-right corner you can notice when you open it. This bag has sentimental value—it was a gift from my mom and I really need it back. If you found it, email me at [email protected] and we can arrange a meetup at the Meridian Library.
Lost sports equipment after park game
I'm Mia Collins. I lost my equipment for various sports after a casual pickup game at Bonita Lakes Park around 6:30 p.m. Friday. The bag is a black duffel with a red stripe, and inside you'll find my basketball shoes, shin guards, a hockey stick taped together, and a dusty whistle. I left the bag in the back of my SUV while I chatted with a friend near the playground, and by the time I got back it was gone. These things aren't just gear to me; they're how I stay active with my league, and I'd love to see them turn up so I can get back out there.
Black 24” Samsonite suitcase with red tag
I lost my black 24” Samsonite suitcase yesterday around 3pm outside the Meridian Transit Center on Eagle Crest Ave. It’s a hard-shell case with a few scratches along the bottom edge and a dent on the top corner. Inside there’s a blue fabric strap and a small zip pouch; the red luggage tag has my initials, PP, written in black marker. I was browsing the Meridian Mall and the cafe near Oak Street when it disappeared, and I fear someone may have picked it up. This bag is practical but also carries sentimental value from a family trip; I’d be really grateful to get it back if anyone found it.
Guitars missing near Bonita Lakes Park, Meridian.
I was at the Bonita Lakes Park pavilion around 7:30 p.m. last Friday after a small jam session, and I must have left two guitars on the bench by the water overlook. They aren’t just instruments—one is a sunburst Fender Stratocaster with a chipped headstock, the other a black Les Paul‑style guitar in a worn gig bag. They carry memories of my dad and a long night of practicing, and losing them stings more than I expected. If you happened to see them around downtown Meridian, I’d be grateful for their return to the place where we last paused to play.