I enjoy scavenging, particularly when I don't have to leave my yard. A little stream runs through our property and downtown Athens is built over a portion of it. The stream has been contained in a culvert into which most of the storm sewers on this side of town dump. Plenty of buildings and lots sit above this little rivulet. However, come a rain and we have a raging torrent. I suppose the containment of water in the culvert, when loaded with the flash of runoff or a sustained downpour, pressurizes the water so the trickle out of the end of the culvert where the stream enters daylight and our property becomes a powerful columnar jet. Water will find its way. So after the rain I always walk the stream and I discover loads of freshly tumbled and washed antique bricks piled just past the mouth of the culvert. Where did they come from? Somewhere under downtown Athens I believe. So I stack them and eventually load them up the hill to my workshop from whence they are dispensed to my various projects.