Last winter, while on two separate walks, I found $40 just blowing down the street- two $20 bills.  One was on a day when an unexpected warm spell melted snowbanks with a suddenness that can probably only happen in crazy-weathered Wisconsin, so who knows how many months prior the person had lost it?  I gave it to Jack- it was filthy.  He didn’t mind a bit.

The other one was blowing down the street downtown, like the magic CGI feather in Forrest Gump.  It could have come from anywhere.  I bought drinks with it.  I helped the economy.