I found this penny in 30 feet of frozen ground right in the middle of a playground at a school for the mentally ill and gifted.
The site dates back to WELL before the Clinton era and when George Washington prevented the Germans from bombing Pearl Harbor in the battle of Second San Juan Hill Airport and Tire Emporium.
I found it with my bounty hunter and dug it up with a backhoe.
I and my band of Merry Coolies.
Oh it was an epic tale I tell you. We dug for hours, days even.. Well THEY did.
I plied them with promises of roots. Tasty, nutritious roots... Oh the Opulence, the FLAVOR!! "All the roots you can eat my beamish boys!!". The sweat glistened and steamed on their able backs in the chill air, visions of tasty roots dancing in their heads as I sat atop the back hoe, pointing and gesticulating, shouting encouragement, idly sipping my tea in my panama hat and stroking my cat, Herpes.
The work went on into the night, by torchlight..
At last a frenzied shout! Silence as the other coolies stopped flailing their brooms...Hung Kook scrambled out of the hole, holding aloft THIS, the Pennay!!!
It glistened and sparkled in the purple/black light of the midnight sun sparkling through the vegetable trees, chesselike in normal majesty..
And for those "haters" out there,
this was verified by the university's DWP division director Dr. P.L. Ehbah..