When he was growing up during Prohibition he would collect old bottles that he found at the side of the road. Him and his friends sold them to a local moonshiner. He’d pay a nickel per whiskey bottle or a dime if it came with a cork. They had to scrounge quite a while just to get a few, but you could buy a lot of pop with a nickel in those days. Then one day prohibition ended and there were more whiskey bottles lying around than they could carry. Unfortunately the moonshiner wouldn’t buy them anymore. But Grandpa and his friends all thought that someday someone would be buying them again. So they gathered all that they could and dug a big hole. They made a spot on top for the grain-door off of an old railcar and put that on top. Then they covered that with about 2 feet of dirt and made a map.
I sincerely hope that someday, hundreds of years from now, an archaeologist in South Dakota digs that up and gets thoroughly confused.
