- Survived two deadly pre-dawn Bear attacks.
- Began to wonder if new medicine is making Bear homicidal.
- Drove to my mother’s.
- Helped her start to clean out the garage.
- Found four of my old coin banks.
- Reclaimed my fortune — at least $5.
- Dug through 1860 Census records.
I forgot to mention that I had previously sorted the change in those banks by denomination. The nurse cat bank had dimes. Mickey Mouse had quarters. The tiger had nickels. And the mailbox bank had an assortment of coins (including A Susan B. Anthony dollar and a couple if singles), three photos and two soybeans. What a nerd.