In 1978 I was taking a break from work. I was kicking leaves in the street/gutter when I happened to kick an envelope. I kept going but became compelled to go back and look at the envelope, so I did. I picked this dirty envelope to find $200. No name or any identification, and no cars around. $200 in '78 is like finding like $500 today, or more. So the next day I treat my friends and girlfriend to a day in San Francisco. Being 20 in '78 our first line of biz was to buy some pot. This was easy in '78 SF. We went to Fisherman's Wharf and it didn't take but one block before someone whispered "hash". So we made the connection. This is where it gets interesting, I went with this person down an alley that had a brick building on one side and a parking lot on the other side. The person just broke a chunk of hash on the sidewalk, I gave them $5 and we parted ways. I went back to my friends and told them this person left half as much hash on the side walk as they gave me. So I went back to get it. I was thinking how we needed a pipe and about twenty feet from the hash, a pipe hit the ground directly two feet in front of me. I spun around looking for who tossed the pipe and there was no one, zero. The pipe just came out of the air. It was spooky, but I grabbed it and the hash and got heck out of there. I think there must have been someone in the paid parking lot that had to toss their pipe. It seems like the most logical explanation. As it turns out the hash was garbage, just ground leaves compressed together. But the pipe I kept for years till it fell apart. To tell you two days later on break from work, as I'm brushing my hand on a trimmed hedge, out falls a pure silver baby spoon that quickly became part of my girlfriend's collection of baby spoons with country names on them, this was a spoon she didn't have, it had a country Nam on it. That three day period of finding stuff was unlike anything I had and have experienced since.