The bus made several slow turns down into the river bottom. During the night it had rained washing everything clean. Now the rising sun was glistening off the gold of the hickory trees, the reds of the maples, and the yellows and browns of the oaks. Turning I followed the edge of the river, off to the right deer were browsing in a corn field that had been harvested. Squirrels scampered across the road as they collected the bountiful harvest. God through nature had painted an autumn picture that not even the most talented artist could attempt. Ignoring the racket behind me I thought, “How could this morning be any better?” As if in answer to my thoughts a young lady handed me a rectangular piece of paper that had writing on it. She said it was a 99,000 dollar bill and she wanted me to have it. Icing on the cake. Retirement just moved a little closer.
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