Every one has read of the discoveries by remodelers who tear down a wall to find it full of cash. I have never had that luck and I have torn down a lot of walls. hahaha. However most of the walls I have torn down have never been in the ‘mansion’ category.
I was most impressed by the guy out in a NW state that found Hundreds of thousands in a house and told the owner. What was additionally strange, the money was in OLD bills, the bills themselves were worth more than the face value. It had been hidden in the wall by someone in 1930.
The workers honesty was rewarded (or attempted to reward) with something like $500. The worker balked, “I deserve more!” (in my opinion he did, he could have loaded the money in his tool box, done a bang up remodel job and left RICH no one knowing the difference!)
Arguments ensued, lawyers brought in, then the IRS got into the picture, neither party ended up with much. Amazing what can happen when you do not think. In that case, it was money neither had worked for.
Once, son-Jack, ran into a cloud of money on the highway. Ended up finding loose bills amounting to a couple hundred dollars. There was no way to find the owner, and no ads were seen.
Once we took the grand kids to the beach. I had closed on a house and the banks were not open so we carried the cash to the beach. We drove off and accidentally left a huge amount of money on the curb in a tourist area (during a time we were distracted by our wonderful grandkids on a great trip).It was in a beach bag. It sat there for an hour before we frantically made it back. We found it still sitting there, untouched.
A night or so ago son-Mark called. He had sold his pool table and delivered it 100 miles up the road. On the way back, he stopped on the side of the road to check the trailer, and lost part of his money. Mark is always too distracted to secure his money, usually bills are stuffed in his pockets to straighten later, but he never gets around to it.
This time he drove back the 60-70 miles and found his $120 on the side of the road. Amazing. He told his mom I have a brand new wallet; I hope he uses it. LOL
Thanks for reading this mess.
We are what we repeatedly do; excellence, then, is not an act but a habit.
Ahhh, a blogger mentioned the Crosley, the car way ahead of its time. Production started in 1939.