I once found a wet $20 bill in a puddle in a grocery store parking lot after it had rained. It troubled me because I figured only an older person or possibly a very young one--both of whom probably needed the $20 more than I did--would have lost it. I looked for anyone who looked like they were missing money, but no one else was around. Thinking about someone needing $20 to buy groceries or medicine and not having it still troubles me.

Once when I was in college I found a gold cross in the grass outside a Dallas hospital.

When I was very young, like 12 or so, once I was with my grandfather and my dad when they went to check on rental property my grandfather owned. In one of the houses that had recently been vacated, my grandfather was looking at what the tennants had left behind and opened a drawer in the kitchen and found what I now realize was about 4 oz of weed. My dad, who's a college professor and fairly cool, opened the baggie and smelled it and said, "That's marijuana, Papa," and my grandfather took it to the bathroom and flushed it down the toilet. Seems sad now, but when I was a kid I didn't think much about it.