After we had eaten our fill and everyone gathered in groups to gossip, er… I mean to catch up on family stuff, I silently exited the building, grabbed Maurice from the car, and headed across the street to a row of houses that looked to be empty. I wasn’t planning on hunting the yards since they were tiny and overgrown; no, I had the grass strip in my cross hairs. Interestingly, the original sidewalk from the mid to late 1800’s was still there but buried under 8 to 9 inches of dirt! I knew that the coins I really wanted were now beyond my reach but there were still plenty of targets in the soil covering the sidewalk.
I wished I had more time but I won’t complain about my take: two wheats from the 40’s, a bunch of clad, and three silver dimes from 1960, 1961, and 1962:
It sure felt good to hit silver again. I think I may arrange to hunt this town again. I know there is a hunter here who is kinda legendary but obviously he hasn’t cleaned out every spot.
Thank you for looking!
The Dirt Is Good To Me 
There was certainly a legendary hunter there today!