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dodgersmom

2012-10-20 8:39 PM

in reply to: #4461967

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Keller, Texas

Subject: RE: Finding Random/Valuable Things

moondawg14 - 2012-10-20 7:48 PM

cnsegura - 2012-10-19 6:05 PM

velocomp - 2012-10-19 5:04 AM

scoobysdad - 2012-10-18 7:08 PM

moondawg14 - 2012-10-18 8:04 PM

peby - 2012-10-17 4:10 PM

When I was a teen, I had a summer job with a demolition company that had a contract to tear down a local farmers market. This building was built in the around the mid to late 1800's and all the floors were made of wood planking. (I remember as a kid going there with my parents and sound of the creaking floors as you walked on them).

We were at the stage of ripping up the floors when we discovered money that had slipped through the cracks through out the years. Myself, I found about $5 worth in coins that some dated back to the late 1800's and most were early 1900's
I still have coins but have no idea what they are worth.

I had a similar experience yesterday! I was tearing down a very old building when I found a metal box. I opened it and inside was a SINGING FROG. It knows all the old classics: "Hello my Baby!" and "Michigan Rag." I'm going to be RICH!

Rrrrrrr-ibit.

It's sad how few people will get this joke.

Proud to say my 6yr old sings Hello my Baby song regularly. Looney Tunes rock.

I've been indoctrinating my kids for many years. When I wash their hair in the bathtub, I whistle the Barber of Seville Overture.

A great blast from the past

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wartho

2012-10-23 12:01 AM

in reply to: #4458827

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Tempe, Arizona

Subject: RE: Finding Random/Valuable Things

When I was an undergraduate living in East London I once found a wallet with about 500 British pounds in it, which was a huge amount of money in the 80's. I knew that I couldn't keep it, so cycled down to the local police station and handed it in. The police tracked the owner down and about one week later, a lady rang our doorbell, asked to see me, then burst into tears and hugged me saying "thank you, bless you" over and over again.

For the year that I lived in that neighborhood, whenever myself and my housemates had a 3.5 mile walk home from the underground station (if we'd had a bit too much to drink to safely cycle home), a police car would pull up and offer us a ride home. The coppers always just said "one good deed deserves another".