I learned two things at Church yesterday:

1) The man who owned the property my home is on had a reputation as being the town weirdo. As in he wore all black, all the time and had a pentagram ring, in the 40's. No one had a bad word to say about him, the local food pantry got it's start up money in a large part from him, and he threw legendary Halloween parties for kids every year. He was just seen as an odd old man. He was greatly mourned, even if it was the first neo-druidic funeral most of the town had even been to.

2) It seems that the Mayor, the police chief and the city administrator also received dimes in the mail. They began suffering from increasingly bad luck, until the dime was taken from them. the Mayor dropped his in the Municipal center parking lot and it rolled into a storm drain. The Chief's and Admin's are in my possession, safely locked away. the how of my getting them is a story Joe may someday share, but he assures me that no laws were broken.

How's your luck holding up, priest?