I was heading to the thrift store in downtown Lancaster, and I took a shortcut down a back alley. I was riding a bicycle, but the seat/pedals/handlebars were extended way up in there air - probably about 15 feet tall. So, I'm riding high on my bike in this alley when I realized I had taken a wrong turn. I was now behind a bunch of buildings where there was lots of trash and piles of crap in the alley.
I started to hop down to see what all the stuff was, when I noticed a couple of kids on their normal bikes, laughing at me and my bike. I climbed down, because I felt like a doofus, and the kids came over and talked to me. Apparently they were kids that I knew, because I went to their house with them and went inside.
Their whole family was there, and I started helping them with some house remodeling that they were doing. I helped the mom pull out a stove from the wall so she could clean, and then moved it back into place when she was done - but I broke off a piece of the drawer on the stove (?) when I plopped it down. She wasn't mad.
The dad was sitting and watching TV, so I went in and joined him for a few minutes. While we were sitting there, a bunch of cheerleaders came up to the front door and started knocking. One of them was riding a horse. I yelled to one of the kids that their friends were there, and nobody seemed surpised that they had a horse on the front porch.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Buried Coins
I was walking through an abandoned town with Barb from work... I'm not sure why, but we were walking through this dried up lakebed looking for MP3s. I said that we wouldn't have any luck, since all the water had drained. As we continued, she pointed out some basketballs that were stuck in the mud - saying that I could take those instead.
She continued on and into some old houses, and I stopped at a place that had a garage outside of it. There were other people in the area now, and they looked to be doing some sort of clean-up / restoration on the land and buildings. I went into the garage and started looking for things to clean.
I went to the edge of this old garage where it attached to a crumbling old brick house. Someone had already removed all the flooring and carpet, so all that was left was a mud floor. Since there was nothing for me to work on there, I decided to look in the mud to see if anyone had lost any money or anything.
First I found a small stack of quarters and nickels pressed into the mud. I could tell they were old, but they were still "regular" change. I got excited, finding this few dollars in change, because I knew that nobody had looked over this area yet. I continued digging in the mud near the door...
After finding a handful of regular change, I started seeing bigger coins further in the mud. I started pulling them out... old silver dollars. The first several were muddy, but then I got further down and started pulling out stacks and stacks of loose shiny silver and gold dollars. I started putting them on the table, in little plastic shopping bags. The bags would get so heavy with gold and silver that they'd start to tear and I'd have to wrap them in paper too.
I started getting nervous that someone was going to come in and see me, because by this time I had gotten many thousands of dollars worth of coins out of the ground. People were walking by the garage, but luckily they never came in. I grabbed my bags of gold and silver and headed to a bank next door. I asked a man in a suit "How much is this coin worth?" and gave him one, not leading on that I had many more.
He quickly said "$600" and then said "Office." I followed him into his private office, and he told me that bankers have a policy, and there is a different price he'd pay for the coins if it was an "ask no questions" type of sale. I smiled and told him "That's good, because I have lots and LOTs of these things."
She continued on and into some old houses, and I stopped at a place that had a garage outside of it. There were other people in the area now, and they looked to be doing some sort of clean-up / restoration on the land and buildings. I went into the garage and started looking for things to clean.
I went to the edge of this old garage where it attached to a crumbling old brick house. Someone had already removed all the flooring and carpet, so all that was left was a mud floor. Since there was nothing for me to work on there, I decided to look in the mud to see if anyone had lost any money or anything.
First I found a small stack of quarters and nickels pressed into the mud. I could tell they were old, but they were still "regular" change. I got excited, finding this few dollars in change, because I knew that nobody had looked over this area yet. I continued digging in the mud near the door...
After finding a handful of regular change, I started seeing bigger coins further in the mud. I started pulling them out... old silver dollars. The first several were muddy, but then I got further down and started pulling out stacks and stacks of loose shiny silver and gold dollars. I started putting them on the table, in little plastic shopping bags. The bags would get so heavy with gold and silver that they'd start to tear and I'd have to wrap them in paper too.
I started getting nervous that someone was going to come in and see me, because by this time I had gotten many thousands of dollars worth of coins out of the ground. People were walking by the garage, but luckily they never came in. I grabbed my bags of gold and silver and headed to a bank next door. I asked a man in a suit "How much is this coin worth?" and gave him one, not leading on that I had many more.
He quickly said "$600" and then said "Office." I followed him into his private office, and he told me that bankers have a policy, and there is a different price he'd pay for the coins if it was an "ask no questions" type of sale. I smiled and told him "That's good, because I have lots and LOTs of these things."
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