Gosh, it warms my heart to know you think of me (every time you dig a cash coin.) I think you have a hole in your pocket and keep finding the same one!

How many years ago was it that we met at this spot? You pulled up and jumped out - I thought you were there to run me off.

I did think of you as well a few days ago, as a little silver popped out of the ground. The buckaroo was caked in alkali and bent in a couple places. I was cleaning my pouch and thought it was junk until I saw the remains of a fastener on the back.