To the west of our apartment complex was the Jadwin Avenue dead-end. Beside the giant hump of dirt that barred traffic (sort of) grew a clump of sick-amores; it really was a miracle they were upright at all, what with the lack of nutritious soil and water. On a too-quiet Sunday afternoon having nothing better to do, I wandered through the trees in circles kicking up clumps of sandy soil in search of treasure. I was convinced pirates had hiked up from the banks of the Columbia River to this spot to bury their treasure. After a dusty hour or so, something shiny and yellow caught my eye! I plucked the object from the dirt and clutched in my palm until I was settled safe in my room. Under my lamp, I studied the object. Tear-drop shaped, smaller than a dime, the object was transparent like gold-colored glass. There was a tiny gnat in the center, too! Mind you, this was a decade before Jurassic Park. I didn’t imagine dinosaur DNA in that little fellow, but I guessed it might be worth some money.
Ask him! Please!