Playbill
June, 1979
In Our Youth, we spent many sunny afternoons playing "treasure hunt," scrounging the neighborhood's vacant lots and hedgerows for returnable pop bottles, dropped dimes and the occasional lost baseball. Needless to say, our profits hardly justified the hours spent searching--unless you count sheer fun as part of the profits. So, naturally, we were just a wee bit jealous when Roger Simon returned from the Caribbean with tales of men finding sunken Spanish treasure galleons carrying cargo...
