But then, reality. As you may know, Christmas is in winter. And winter, where I lived, meant snow. That year we had lots of it. I had to wait nearly three months before spring arrived. But the first Saturday after the snow was gone, I grabbed my metal detector and rode my bike straight to the park. My fortune awaited!
Confident I would return a richer boy, I chose a systematic approach, walking back and forth through the grass, moving over slightly with each pass. The first thing I discovered was that the term “metal detector” is not synonymous with “money finder.” While I did find a lot of treasures; nuts and bolts, washers, and an extraordinary amount of unidentifiable pieces of metal, there was no cache of wealth to be had.
But I was a stubborn sort and I covered the whole park before admitting defeat. After a couple of hours, I did manage to find a few coins—mostly pennies—but sadly, they were far from rare. And as you can guess, I still didn’t find anything of real value. No buried chest full of gold or silver. In fact, not even a buried chest. No bags of jewels, no gold, and no priceless heirlooms. Nothing. Good thing too, I guess, since I hadn’t had the forethought to take anything along to carry my loot home.
While it wasn’t a very productive outing, (I’d have been better off to hang out in the grocery store parking lot waiting for people to drop change as they got into their cars), the day was not a total loss. I unearthed something like .47 cents! Big time! But then, heading toward my bike, the day got a little better. I found a dollar! No, not a silver dollar. It wasn’t even a coin. I found a paper dollar. Yep, those metal detectors are amazing!
What’s that? There’s no metal in paper dollars? True. So, how did I find it? Simple. It was blowing across the grass in front of me!
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