Another Day In The Park

  I'm really getting spoiled by this place. I mean, it's a park--the terrain is flat and the grass is mowed, there is minimal modern rubbish, no hacking my way through the underbrush in search of some overgrown cellar-hole filled with rusted-out automobiles and tick-infested wild raspberries bushes. I just stop at the park on the way to work and dig up a few old coins and buttons. It's too easy.
  1915 Buffalo nickel, 1905 S Barber dime (silver), small belt-buckle, wheat penny, little #2 fishing weight, and two brass buttons.