For every sunny side of the street, there's the shady side. Except in Texas, where the sun is simply all-consuming.
So, for every bloody 'Lucky Penny' I spy, year after year, some poor schmoo has lost his change fumbling around in his pocket for keys.
Who doesn't like FOUND!?
But here's the trick: finding FOUND! when all else seems lost. How sharp will our eyes be to seize on the shiny penny, the rainbow, the thrillingly wonderful, never-thought-this-could-happen-to-me, in the midst of life gone awry?


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