I’ve been writing about this asshole Donald Trump since the Voice called me up back in the early spring of 2016 and asked me if I could write a piece about the man who was taking over the Republican primary. I wrote a long piece for them, then I wrote another, and then in 2017 after he had taken office, I started writing a column for Salon, and inevitably many, many of the columns ended up being about the newly elected president.

He was an inveterate liar and a scam artist and a sexual abuser of women and a bankrupt businessman and a serial inflater of his accomplishments in life, which began with his claim to be a billionaire, which he wasn’t. But at the time, I didn’t think he was stupid. He got himself elected with a shoestring campaign that consisted almost entirely of rallies he held daily, sometimes twice a day, a political strategy which hadn’t been tried since politicians barnstormed the country and spoke to crowds from the porches on the backends of trains. Clearly, he had identified and appealed to a segment of the public that hadn’t been paid attention to by mainstream politicians seemingly for decades, and he had figured out a way to unleash their resentment and residual racism, which had been more or less held in abeyance until he came along and said, look at me! I’m just like you! I’m a racist, and I’m not afraid to show it.

His accomplishments in his first term consisted of recycled, timeworn Republican Chamber of Commerce auto-twaddle such as tax cuts for millionaires and billionaires and in fact, that was it. But he got it done. His appointments to the courts weren’t even his, farmed out to the Federalist Society. He lost to Biden in 2020 because his corruption, even then, had become too visible, especially during COVID, when he took over the White House press room and turned it into a colonoscopy that showed both his incompetence and corruption in cinemascope.

Out of office, he spent four years steaming and swearing that he wouldn’t make the mistake he made in his first term -- a failure to adequately employ the power of the office to enrich himself, which he proceeded to do with startling alacrity this time around.

His ego, already blown up to the size of Mount Whitney, exploded. There is no need to recount his rampage through the traditions of Washington D.C., starting with making himself the Chairman of the board of the Kennedy Center, which appeared somewhat benign until the board, all of whom were his appointees, “voted” to put his name on the front of the art center dedicated to President Kennedy. And on he went – the east wing blasted to kingdom come, a “ballroom” that if built will dwarf the White House itself…

All this understandable as a kind of logical conclusion of Donald Trump writ large.

But then came his war on Iran, which after four months we can see for what it was all along – a hundred-billion-dollar revenge campaign against one man, Barack Obama, who had made a deal with Iran that Trump simply couldn’t get out of his head. He would beat Obama. He would beat Biden. He would beat them all. He would wipe out the mullahs and destroy their nuclear dust and put himself in the history books as the Man Who Solved the Middle East.

So he went to war, and he very quickly – four months is a blip in the scheme of recent wars fought by the U.S. – lost the war, and in so doing, he has had to buy his way out the same way he used to buy his way out of his bankrupt business career – with other people’s money – this time, ours.

He has been reduced to a stumbling, babbling display of what he was all along, beneath the pancake and red ties and “YMCA” and bluster – a very stupid man who can’t hide it any more. Threatening to bomb the shit out of Iran during the hours his own Vice President was in Switzerland sitting at the negotiating table with representatives of the country that had just handed him his own shit to eat on a platter: stupid. Not a mistake. Not a midnight social media post that could be explained away. Stupid on a scale the world hasn’t seen since Hitler refused to listen to his generals about Russia and where to defend the coast of France. Deadly stupid. Loser stupid.

But what really capped it for me was the display he put on yesterday in the Oval Office about his utterly fucked up reflecting pool. He claimed someone used a “knife” to make a cut in the the bottom of the reflecting pool that was 290 feet long. Then it was 300 feet. Then it grew to 350 feet. All this in front of the White House press that had followed the stories, knew there was no “cut” in the bottom of the reflecting pool, knew the whole thing was a complete shambles created by the man sitting right in front of them. How could someone have waded into the reflecting pool and cut it when you’ve had National Guard all over the place? a reporter inquired. Ask “parks,” Trump told him. Clearly blanking on the name of his interior secretary, Trump said, “ask the secretary.”

Five people had been arrested, he claimed. Five more were “under investigation.” None of this was true. There was one arrest. Everyone knew about it, knew who it was, knew that the guy just touched a piece of floating paint and got busted. Everybody knew he would turn into the reflecting pool’s sandwich guy, the man who was accused of attacking the police by throwing a Subway sandwich. Everybody knew a D.C. grand jury refused to indict the sandwich guy.

Trump babbled on, sitting there in front of a White House press corps, every one of whom had watched him fall asleep in his chair again and again and again, his mouth drooping, as members of his cabinet stood behind him issuing forth with layer-cakes of praise, which Trump slept through, his head lolling, everyone in the Oval Office, press included, just standing there watching this old man sleeping. Most of the press had been there when Trump apparently shat himself sitting in that chair, watched as more cabinet members tried unsuccessfully to stop themselves from screwing up their noses in disgust, all of them knowing exactly what had happened because the sound was louder and wetter than a simple fart. It was shit coming out of Trump’s ass, as he just sat there unable to stop himself, waiting for his aides to dutifully clear the room, press first, cabinet and guests second, so an aide could come in and clean him up.

This is incredible, of course. It’s unprecedented. It’s unbelievable. But most of all, it’s stupid, because he’s not getting away with it anymore, and everyone knows it. Stories began running in the last few days about White House staffers actually using the word “old” in describing Trump’s recent behavior. This didn’t happen before. People were too scared. Now they know that something is different. Some things can’t be explained away. A reflecting pool covered in algae that resulted from a corrupt contract with a buddy of Trump’s, a “pool guy” who was called in to paint something that wasn’t a swimming pool, that resulted in a disaster that happened in slow motion, in neon green, that couldn’t be explained away with shrieks of “radical leftists” and “Antifa” and “sabotage,” because it was not any of those Trump excuses, it was nature refusing to cooperate with the narrative, nature that was going to do what nature does, that war is going to do what war does, it gets out of control because that is what wars do.

You could call what has been happening to Donald Trump a perfect storm, but that is not what it is. It’s a stupid man finally hitting a wall. He couldn’t find his way around at the G-7. He let out one of his epic farts when everyone was sitting around the meeting table, and it wasn’t the Oval Office, with all the trained lickspittles knowing how to keep a straight face. It was presidents and prime ministers, and they couldn’t keep their faces from showing how bad it smelled.

He’s old, and his orange makeup is absurd, and he smells, and he can’t walk straight, and they can’t hide his physical ailments, and whether his mental decline is age related or not, the simple fact that he is a stupid, stupid man has come to the fore, and it’s not going away.

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For the time being, it’s just a couple of Trump suck-ups, but they’re among the crème-de-la-crème of the ilk, and they’re pushing a new attempt to rehabilitate one of the most notorious figures in American political history, Richard Nixon. “Eagle” Ed Martin is the ringleader. He is the former acting U.S. attorney for Washington D.C., currently serving as Pardon Attorney and Director of the Weaponization Working Group for the Department of Justice, essentially chief taker of pardon-bribes. The other is Monica Cowley, a former Fox News talking (blonde) head and accused plagiarist (one of her books was withdrawn from publication) who is currently the State Department Chief of Protocol. Martin put up a post on X that was shared by Cowley pushing a conspiracy theory that Watergate was a “deep state hoax” that framed Richard Nixon. Martin is calling Nixon the victim of CIA wiretaps and “two-faced liar John Dean and the fiction-writer Woodward. May they suffer in eternity.”

I mean…wow. You could take a guess that Martin and Cowley didn’t have anything better to do yesterday, but the conspiracy yabble being pushed by these two Trump hand-puppets begins to make sense when you realize that both of them have been all over the place with allegations that there was “rampant” fraud in Georgia and Arizona during the 2020 elections. Both states just happen to be recent recipients of DOJ subpoenas seeking election records, including subpoenas for testimony by poll workers.

Just to remind you, Joe Biden won both states in 2020, and there were numerous recounts, audits, technical examinations of voting machines, and a so-called “audit” ordered by the Arizona state senate, run by something called the “Cyber Ninjas,” that went on for months and ended up awarding Biden 99 more votes than he had after previous recounts.

There is an understandable tendency to want to write this off to craziness by two Trump suckupazoids, but as we have learned from long experience with Donald Trump, his conspiracy theories take on a life of their own. His contention that Barack Obama wasn’t born in the U.S. and was somehow a secret Muslim, a theory Cowley eagerly joined in spreading back in the day, still lives on among the MAGA faithful. More recently, after pardoning everyone convicted of Jan. 6 federal crimes, Trump has pushed the theory that the assault on the Capitol was the work of FBI infiltrators and that insurrectionists were “welcomed” into the Capitol by FBI agents. This, too, has become gospel on the right.

And now they want to bring Nixon back from the dead. “Eagle” Ed Martin called Watergate “the OG [Original Gangster] hoax,” as if the break-in at the Democratic Party headquarters by six burglars was just the beginning of the assault on the Republican Party that culminated with two impeachments of Donald Trump and the hammering he took in the courts in 2020, when he lost 60 lawsuits claiming voter fraud, and his dismal record in federal court recently, with judge after judge, many of them appointed by Trump himself, criticizing or overturning outright DOJ attempts to indict protesters for crimes they didn’t commit.

Watergate was the OG conspiracy, all right, but the gangsters were not part of the so-called deep state. The Watergate break-in and related offenses were conceived by Richard Nixon himself, in concert with many, many co-conspirators. Those convicted of crimes associated generally with what we call the Watergate scandal included Nixon’s own former Attorney General, John Mitchell and high-level White House officials such as H.R. Haldeman and John Ehrlichman. The seven Watergate burglars themselves went to jail. In all, 69 people were indicted for Watergate crimes. Forty-eight either pleaded guilty or were found guilty and served time in prison.

Man, that was some accomplishment of the deep state, wasn’t it? To get so many guilty pleas and convictions, one after the other, with jury after jury sitting in court listening to the evidence and returning verdicts that sent so many white-collar criminals to jail. All the defendants in the Watergate cases were represented by seriously talented and usually high-priced legal counsel. And they lost in court, nearly all of them. Only one Watergate defendant, Kenneth Parkinson, a low-level attorney who handled civil litigation for Nixon’s reelection committee, was found not guilty. One other defendant, Robert Mardian, was charged with conspiracy to cover-up the payoffs to the Watergate burglars. His conviction was overturned on a legitimate technicality: his lawyer became ill just before his trial and Mardian was not granted a separate trial by the judge.

This is the kind of stuff “Eagle” Ed and Cowley are trying to clean up. Serious crimes were committed in furtherance of what can only be called an attempt to steal the presidential election of 1972 – a successful attempt, it must be added. The conspirators worked in the White House and in other government departments. They worked for Nixon’s reelection committee. Their attempt to steal the election involved spying on the Democratic Party with wiretaps, preventing Nixon’s opponent from gaining support from voters, spreading falsehoods and manufactured “dirt” about Democratic Party officials, multiple instances of destruction of evidence and bribery in attempts to stymie investigations of crimes, including in the most famous instance, the firing of Archibald Cox, the first special prosecutor assigned to investigate Watergate crimes.

Not only are Trump and his MAGA accomplices attempting to re-write the history of the Watergate scandal by creating yet another “hoax” they can complain about, they are readying the ground for the theft of the midterm elections by attempting to legitimize the previous crimes committed by the Republicans. If spying on your opponent was okay back then, what’s the matter with it now? If destroying evidence and bribing people was okay during Watergate, why not this summer and fall? If getting “dirt” on your opponent and spreading lies was justifiable then, why, let’s double down today!

Watergate has for decades been a pivotal moment in U.S. political history. Can you imagine a time when a visit to the Smithsonian will include displays and historical copy that says Watergate was a hoax? Well, there was a new report today that Trump has his eye on “taking over” the Smithsonian, a quasi-governmental organization largely funded with taxpayer dollars but operating separately from the federal government under the control of an independent Board of Regents. Trump, of course, wants to take over of the Smithsonian Board of Regents and dictate the history that can be told about this country.

Yes, indeed, it has come to that. There’s nothing that Donald Trump won’t try to infect with the disease of his dictatorial ambitions, from the Reflecting Pool, to the Kennedy Center, to the building of the White House itself.

If they can turn back the clock on Watergate and deny that there was masking tape on a door in the building’s basement found by a night watchman that led to the arrest and conviction of what basically turned into the leadership of the Republican Party, what can’t they do?

Nothing, that’s what. If our history is in danger, we are in danger.

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The Fairbanks North Star Borough School Board has made some charter fans big mad, and now the courts will be involved.

FNSBSD last fall dealt with a request to open a charter school in the district, to be the Pearl Creek Steam Charter School. The board voted unanimously to deny the request. They had plenty of reasons-- 52 pages worth, in fact. Those reason included a lack of a facility plan, lack of a clear enrollment projection, a mess of a contract, no transportation plan, an inadequate instructional plan that doesn't fully address state standards, no student lunch plan, no professional development plan, an admission plan that is probably illegal, an error-filled and incomplete budget, and the fact that this would have a big financial impact on the district. FNSBSD has already been closing schools to deal with dropping enrollment and funding. "Hey, the district is financially strapped, so let's open a new building," said no responsible school board ever. The Pearl Creek proposal is to reopen one of the closed schools as a charter school.

Also, said the FNSBSD board, this school is probably going to fail. "The plans in the application do not demonstrate likelihood of success," is how the board put it. Again, 52 pages of details covering the above.

The charter crew offers an estimate of $830,000 cost to the district. The district COO says it's more like $2.8 million. Coverage of the "controversy" has been extensive, especially from reporters Patrick Gilchrist and Shyler Umphenour at KUAC and Corinne Smith at the Alaska Beacon.

But Governor Mike Dunleavy would really like to see more charters, and so would Education Commissioner Deena Bishop, and so would the Dunleavy-appointed members of the Alaska State Board of Education, which has the power to overrule local school boards.

So in April, the state board went ahead and approved the charter over the objections and explanations of the duly-elected local school board. The state board declared that, essentially, the charter board had filled out all the paperwork, and that was good enough. Took them a whole fifteen pages to say it.

Bobby Burgess, the president of the FNSBSD Board of Education, had a comment for KUAC.

“Basically, my read of the state’s decision is that, if the application is filled out in full, the contents don’t really matter, even if the plan described is impossible to execute,” Burgess said. “It kind of seems like a lower standard than we hold students to on homework assignments.”

Cue the lawyers. The district appealed the state board decision. The charter board filed a civil lawsuit with request for a preliminary injunction in state Superior Court to force the district to sign the charter and get the building re-opened and ready. Last week Superior Court Judge Kirk Schwalm in Fairbanks denied the charter's request for preliminary injunction.

I believe that nearly all of the charter schools in the Fairbanks area have tended to attract enrollment from families with higher incomes or families where the parents have the time, energy and ability to be directly involved in their children’s education...

There are far fewer economically disadvantaged students in Alaska charter schools than neighborhood schools. There are also fewer students for whom English is a second language. Most charter schools do not have bus transportation for students, school lunch programs or other features that would make them more accessible to poor families.

I’m guessing, based on what I know about Fairbanks, that most charter school families have more flexibility built into their lives, whether it’s because of economic status, help from extended family members or the sense of mission that the best parents share.

Beyond all that, Fairbanks now has the bizarre situation of a district that has tried to cut costs by closing a school now being told by the state that they must reopen the building and pay for someone else to run a school there, reversing the decision of the elected local school board. 

It's not the most extreme version of state governments usurping the power of local school boards (take Ohio, where school districts can get in legal trouble for failing to hand buildings over to charters). But it is one more literal example of how running multiple parallel school districts costs the taxpayers extra. If only choice fans were honest enough to say, "We want choice, so we are going to levy a new School Choice Tax to pay for it." Good luck, Fairbanks.

There was news this morning that President Vladimir Putin of Russia called Trump yesterday to wish him happy birthday. That must have been a cheery little confab, two of the world’s biggest losers trying hard to reassure each other of their greatness as one throws his hands up in abject surrender to Iran and the other loses 30,000 soldiers on the battlefield every month fighting a war against a country that is dwarfed by the size of Russia and a GDP that is one twelfth its size.

I won’t even get into how much larger in every way the United States is in comparison to Iran.

Today at the G-7 in France, Trump looks like somebody took a 2-by-4 to him. His voice is listless. The back of one of his hands is completely covered in pancake makeup. When he walked out to greet French President Emanuel Macron and his wife Brigitte, Trump’s gait was halting and his wife Melania was not at his side.

He is on the world stage at the G-7, and he looks exhausted and weak and he is utterly alone.

Donald Trump launched a war against the Islamic Republic, and Iran took everything the U.S. and Israel could dish out. Donald Trump announced 28 times that a “deal” to end the war was imminent. Iran did not make such an announcement even once.

All Iran had to do was point missiles and drones at the Strait of Hormuz and stop the shipment of oil and wait for Trump to cave. Yesterday, he caved.

At this writing, the Strait of Hormuz is still closed, under the firm control of Iran, which can sink any vessel attempting to make transit. Iran’s stockpile of enriched uranium is secure. Its oil and gas industries were not seriously damaged. Kharg Island is not in rubble and surrounded by an oil slick. Iran’s ability to use missiles and drones in long-distance strikes against its neighbors and its declared enemy, Israel, is as secure as it was on February 27, the day before Trump launched his war.

When Trump appeared before the press with Macron, the French president called the agreement “very important for peace.” Trump’s face was impassive, a mask of failure and doom. Not one country at the G-7 responded to Trump’s entreaties to help with his war on Iran. He is not meeting with allies. They are unwilling pallbearers at his funeral.

Trump’s big-bully-on-the-block act is finished. Any threats he makes between now and January of 2029 are hollow, and everyone knows it. Pete Hegseth spent a good portion of his interview on Sunday with Margaret Brennan on “Face the Nation” denying reports that the U.S. has severely diminished its stockpile of high-tech weapons such as the anti-missile Patriots and long-range precision Tomahawk cruise missiles. Brennan challenged Hegseth about how many high-tech weapons the U.S. expended against Iran: “There is a crisis with those stockpiles right now,” she said. Hegseth practically shouted, “That is a manufactured story that the media wants to peddle.” When Brennan reminded him that he had testified before Congress “that it will take years to rebuild those stockpiles,” Hegseth paused and took an audible breath, gathering himself before responding, “You don’t have to read back to me what I testified.”

Trump’s war on Iran turned out to be just another of his many, many lies. As the war wore on, he even stopped using the word, “war,” calling it an “excursion.” Amazingly, his choice of words turned out to be accurate. It wasn’t a real war, even though 3,000 Iranians lost their lives and parts of Iran’s infrastructure and military were damaged but not destroyed. Trump and Hegseth went on an excursion to the Persian Gulf and all they got was an international energy crisis caused by Iran’s closure of the Strait of Hormuz and an embarrassing “deal” that returns everything to where it was on February 27.

Hegseth is just another Crusader who went to Persia and got his shit handed to him. Trump is a bully, but no one fears him anymore. Wait until you see his rally on the Mall on July the 4^th. Not even Lee Greenwood and Kid Rock will be able to lift his spirits. His polling isn’t going to bounce back when gas prices come down. Iran beat him. He’s a loser.

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The SpaceX IPO, valuing a motley collection of dubious business at over a trillion dollars, marks the abandonment of the Efficient (financial) Markets Hypothesis, one of the zombie ideas I criticised in the wake of the Global Financial Crisis. Not only do financial markets fail in the task of valuing assets accurately, but the institutional structures that are supposed to make them work have given up trying.

This was prefigured by the rise of Bitcoin and other forms of crypto. Revealingly, no one any longer uses the term “cryptocurrency” – these assets are never used as currency in ordinary transactions, and even their illicit uses seem to have faded. Rather, Bitcoin is valuable solely because it is valued. As I pointed out back in 2018, (free from paywall here) once this logic is accepted, it can be applied to financial assets more generally, and particularly to stock markets.

For quite a while, financial institutions like Goldman Sachs held out against crypto. But the rewards became too great to ignore and the crypto industry too politically powerful. Crypto moved from the netherworld it once inhabited to the respectability of exchange traded funds.

The extension to stock markets has been happening for a while, with meme stocks like GameStop, and then with massive valuations of AI stocks. But meme stocks are a sideshow, and the future of AI is unclear enough that it’s possible to make a case.

It’s only with SpaceX that we can see the complete abandonment of any pretence at rationality. In the case of SpaceX, I was struck by Dave Karpf’s observation that Musk’s wealth in 2020 was “only” $24 billion. Everything of value in his career (Tesla cars, batteries, Starlink) had been achieved by then, and everything he has touched since then has been a disaster (Xitter, Cybertruck, robotaxis, Starship). Yet his wealth has multiplied 50 times over).

In support of the IPO, Goldman Sachs has put its name to the claim that the company will grow 100 times over by 2030. This is patently absurd. Nothing in Musk’s ragbag of assets has this kind of potential.

Starlink, the pre-2020 bit of the business, has been successful enough, but satellite-based Internet is never going to be huge. And there is plenty of downside risk, as Europe and China try to develop alternatives. Given that Starlink’s satellites have a life of only five years, the business could well be in sharp decline by 2030. Starship, by contrast, seems unlikely to succeed in getting humans to the Moon, and won’t make much money even if it does. Talk of Mars, data centres etc is a joke.

The AI part of the business is barely even a joke. Not only is Grok an also-ran in the LLM stakes, but Musks’ promotion of racism, terrorist riots and sex crimes leaves him, and the company open to huge liability, at least in Europe, where Trump can’t protect him.

The comprehensive corruption of the financial system confirms me in the view that the USA is one big grift. Not just the financial system, but politically and militarily as well. But that’s a topic for another day.

After the floodwaters receded, the debris that remained wasn’t just wreckage — it was the scattered contents of people’s lives. A few have made it their mission to give it all back.

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It was two months after floodwaters swelled by 27 feet along the Swannanoa River that Jill Holtz, an Army National Guard member, stepped onto a debris-strewn football field 600 feet north of the riverbed and made a decision that would change her life.

And the lives of countless victims of tropical storm Helene.

In the middle of the field was a toddler bed displaced by the storm. A Batman comforter was draped across the mattress, trapped in place by the blue metal frame. Two mud-caked stuffed animals, an orange monkey and a gorilla, were tucked into the headboard.

Scattered across the landscape, all around her, were the contents of people’s homes. Whole closets worth of clothes still on their hangers lay atop a puree of grass and mud. Trailer homes sat on their sides in the rubble. Glass dishes and pots, some undamaged by the violence of the rushing river, peeped out from upturned chunks of ground.

Holtz didn’t see piles of unsavageable wreckage. She didn’t consider the task of cleaning and fixing the mountains of momentos to be impossible. Instead, Holtz, 45, knew she had to do everything she could to return the items she found to the people who lost them in the greater Swannanoa area.

“[Imagine], you’ve lost everything, and you’re surrounded by all this stuff that is not yours. You’re surrounded by brand new stuff, sure, you’re surrounded by donations, sure, but you’ve lost a piece of home,” Holtz said. “If I can give that one little thing back to somebody, man, it means the world.”

And so she launched Out the Mud, a volunteer group designed to reunite lost items with their owners. Eighteen months after Helene’s floodwaters rushed through this 5,000-person community about 12 minutes east of Asheville, Holtz is still returning precious items to their owners.

And she is not the only one. Mandy Wallace is the artifact recovery technician for MountainTrue, a non-profit organization that has been working to clean debris from the French Broad and Swannanoa rivers since the storm. Since March 2025, she and her team have returned roughly 120 items through postings on their lost and found Facebook page. “It turns into a Nancy Drew mystery,” Wallace said in early March from her office in Weaverville, North Carolina. “Who’s this belong to? Who’s missing this?…I need to get it back.”

Alice Wright, an associate professor of anthropology at Appalachian State University who studies the relationship between people and material objects, says that returning even a single valued possession can mean everything to someone who has lost everything. “Having that material connection has the potential to provide that tangible, I mean, the literal touchstone to safety, to comfort, to your identity and who you are,” she said. “There’s something so human [about] our connections to these objects that really encourages us to empathize with each other and to extend that neighborliness that the storm brought to the surface.”

Standing at the end of the same field on a sunny March morning more than a year later, Holtz looks over the now-tidy grass and nearby beds of spring daffodils that are just beginning to bloom. There is no trace of the damage the river once wrought. Except only minutes before, Holtz bent down and dug up a pair of earrings and a photograph in the back yard of a nearby abandoned home. She carefully placed them in the back of her trailer, which was filled to the roof with multicolored plastic boxes of found objects, waiting to be returned.

“There is still so much stuff out here,” said Holtz, dressed in a tee shirt and jeans, a silver necklace with “fearless” engraved on it tucked under her collar. She’s not planning to stop looking anytime soon.

As of March, Holtz has returned over 400 possessions to their rightful owners. But roughly 800 items — toy trains, Christmas ornaments, baseball trophies, heaps of photos, a drum set, jewelry, on and on — remain unclaimed in a 6 by 12 foot trailer she transports back and forth from her home in Raleigh, four hours away. What follows is a spotlight on just a few of those worldly possessions — three that have been successfully returned and two that are still lost.

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Denise and Greg Carraux — 28-year-old love letters

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In December 2024, while searching for lost objects in the area in and around the football field, Holtz and her volunteers found three postcards, still intact and readable. Based on information visible on the cards, each was sent from Switzerland to Houston, Texas, within the same two weeks during the spring of 1998. Holtz cleaned the cards, took photos of them and posted her find online in the hopes of hearing from the owners.

Nine months later in September 2025, Greg Carraux, 67, received a message on his phone from an unknown number with a photo of the postcards and a note asking if they belonged to him. At the time, one of Holtz’s volunteers, Jill Alexander, was going through any items with names on them and trying to find their information via Google.

He showed the images to his wife, Denise Carraux, 66, who immediately recognized what they were.

“People say ‘it’s only material things,’ but when you look at it, it’s like, you lost the light, you lost everything. So basically, at 67 I’m starting over again,” said Greg Carraux, who explained the couple moved to the area only four months before the storm. The floods washed away many of the valuable items they had brought with them from Houston, Texas, valuables collected over years and generations.

The postcards were keepsakes from the very beginning of their relationship. Right after the two met in early May 1998, Greg went away on vacation for 10 days. Each day he wrote a letter to Denise about his travels. From those letters their romance blossomed. To Denise and Greg, the sentimental value and history of the postcards make them irreplaceable.

“Things are very important because they capture your history,” Denise said. “I’m just so happy to have them.”

Luckily, two more postcards were found and returned to the couple this March.

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Mandy Wallace — A 1976 Jim Beam decanter

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