Seeing this, I'm reminded of something I used to do when I owned a 1942 Pontiac, circa 1970. I would visit an old auto junkyard out in the country. Consisted of an old barn, an older owner, a few scraggly 'guard sheep', and several hundred old cars in various states of erosion. I would go there to find odd parts I might need, or just to talk 'cars' with the old gentleman. He grew to trust me and allowed to wander 'the yard' freely. It amazed me what could be found in those old cars, particularly under the rear seat cushions. Not just old coins (of which I found many = wheat cents, Buffalo nickels, and the occasional Mercury dime), but other exonumia as well. 1930s era road maps, a large 5 cent Hershey bar wrapper, souvenir type pens, pencils, and all sorts of things that had been left behind so many years ago (like a postcard sized card depicting the license plates from each state. The reverse side would be used by bored kids on a long trip, to keep them occupied marking down the plates they saw, and saving Old Dad a lot of "Are we there yet?" nagging from the back seat). But, mostly, I remember the thrill of finding a common date coin that had fallen under that seat cushion so long ago. All of these dusty memories evoked from seeing a worn out 17-d Lincoln above.
