Last month, watching a machine dig, we got into a buried layer of debris. A house had been bulldozed and covered here. There was enough charcoal to show that it had been burned, linoleum and nails, pipe and wire. Not old enough to be of official concern.
And then, the machine took a scoop, its arm raised, and the bucket dumped out...one kitchen sink.
I can now retire.
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