Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 27, 2021

Then he remembers he doesn’t have pockets.

Gee Marilynn he is wearing a shirt. And a big bundle of cash is easy to carry……why oh why does this never happen to me?

With bags of money dropped at your feet -————————————— I guess not!

Surely Ted has a roll of dog-poop bags that he can use to gather up the goods.

It’s the end of the rainbow for Finnegan, but it’s all a movie prop!!

Coins are heavy. They’ll tear right through those poop bags. Better go for just the paper bills.

A nice dream…but…the Boy Scout in me would try to find the proper owner and be proud to do it.

So many wrongfully assume money equals happiness.

I once found a really nice money order and turned it in at the police station. I was told I could not have it back if it was not claimed.. because it would be destroyed! I still cannot believe the doughnut fund would run that kind of money down the shredder.

And that road pizza in the middle of the street is all that remains of D.B. Cooper.

Better scoop it up and dissappear, before someone comes back looking for it.

(…sigh…)

Suddenly, the philanthropic side of Ted emerges, and he begins to think of who could benefit from this windfall. The Car Dealership, the Electronics Store… ㋡

Very unhappy ending though.. Ted rushes home to get his wheelbarrow and forgets where the treasure was.

If that is legal tender…finders keeper losers weepers, Ted. Pick all you can an run happily home!

Money can’t buy happiness, that’ll rent it for a while.

Money can’t buy happiness but it can rent for a night or two.

Scooter (or whichever) is thinking he could use his share of the money for a date with Miss Millie High-Maintenance.

Ted will have a hard time getting that home before someone spots him. Then he will be fundamentally unhappy once again..