I glanced down at my copper pile just now and at first thought I had an Indian Head (which now that I think about it would most likely end up in my zinc pile)--but the penny turned out to be a 1947 Canadian. Maybe I just need a little more sleep so I'm not hallucinating about wild Indians that only exist for certain people.
Isn't it odd that some people seem to find wild Indians with ease, and some of us have no luck even after diligent sorting?
"Rich," the Old Man said dreamily, "is not baying after what you can't have. Rich is having the time to do what you want to do. Rich is a little whiskey to drink and some food to eat and a roof over your head and a fish pole and a boat and a gun and a dollar for a box of shells. Rich is not owing any money to anybody, and not spending what you haven't got." Robert Ruark
there are too wild Indians... there are too wild Indians... there are too wild Indians...-----still taunted
Maybe we should have a "Spot the Indian contest". Kind of like a Where's Waldo except with cents.
The silver [is] mine, and the gold [is] mine, saith the LORD of hosts. Hag 2:8 [/b] He created it. He controls it. He gave it to us for His use. Why did we turn from sound scriptural currency that PROTECTS us?