Oh, absolutely. I came across an old oak dresser in a shed that had a tiny, almost invisible carving on the back: a compass rose with a second set of arrows pointing sideways. Inside the back panel was a rusted tin box with a single sheet of paper that turned out to be a letter from a woman in the 1870s, written to her fiancé who never returned from war. The dresser itself had been painted a dull green, but peeling that off revealed a faint blue stencil of a map that didn’t match any known towns. So that piece held a secret love story and a mystery map—two layers of history that made me wonder who painted that map and why it was hidden behind a dresser.