Random, Thoughts, X,XXIV

Members of my informal bicycling group also run/walk. Spotting and picking up "road money" is a competitive activity. Retrieving a wind-blown fiver from the grill of a parked car has me in a class by myself, however, when it comes to coins, my FSU pal and my wife are out in front of the rest of us.
 
The guy who used to work with me would look around in dirt for rocks. One day we were at an automotive shop getting work done on the truck. He was a outside in the vacant lot next door looking for rocks. I walked out there and immediately saw the end of a $20 bill sticking up out of the dirt. I unearthed it, looked at him and walked back into the shop.
 
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