It started off as a simple issue with a broken water main. The city claimed no fault in the matter, although it was undoubtedly their construction project around the corner that had caused the old pipes to cave in.
It made sense to him, and to most of the people he talked to about it, but the city maintained that it was unrelated.
Now he had dug up his entire driveway, at his own expense, and replaced the entire length of pipe from the street all the way to where it entered the house. It had been a huge project, and a financial burden at first, but as he surveyed the work he had done, a smile crossed his face.
It had been more than worthwhile. There was still a bit of work to be done, but he could pay someone if he wanted to now.
The project had proved more than worthwhile. He crossed the loose packed soil and entered his house. After removing his boots, he ducked down into the basement and entered the work shop.
It was still there, the crumbling wooden case. Sometimes it seemed like it could all be a dream, but it was there, a wooden crate stuffed with silver, jewels, and antique coins.
He flicked off the light and made his way back out to the driveway.
Who would have thought that a collapsed water main could turn out to be such a great thing?
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