I just spent a half hour reading WWG posts back to the beginning in 2013, so I could mention when last I posted about finding money during walks with Grace. It turns out that I have never written about this phenomenon, which is related to the great American pastime of flinging perfectly good stuff willy nilly onto the ground. I see pennies all the time, but only pick them up if they are pretty clean. Nickels, dimes and quarters are less frequent, and I usually pick them up. Dollar bills come along once in a while - one time I found four - fives are rare, I found a tenspot one time, and then there are twenties.
One of my favorite coincidences happened about two years ago. Grace and I were in Nashville Pet Products, with the usual fuss being made over her, and she led me over to her favorite treats. "Sorry," I said, "I don't have twenty dollars." So we left, went across the street to the field behind the Suntrust ATMs, and she led me directly to a twenty dollar bill lying in the dirt. "Okay already!" I said. We went back and bought treats.
Lightning doesn't strike twice in the same place, but I always look anyway, knowing as I do that there will never be another twenty in the field behind the Suntrust ATMs. Yesterday, lo and behold, there was! And this one isn't earmarked for anything!
Carmen reminded me when I told her about this windfall. The total of money I've found in five and a half years is up around 90 or 95 bucks now. That works out to about 17 bucks a year.
