Last Friday my wife wanted me to bring home some sushi. I was up in Oregon, a 30 minute drive from my home in northern CA. I had already called in the order and as I was walking up to the restaurant I saw a bunch of guys on ladders working on the roof. I also say a pile of copper on the ground. I ask the boss man (I knew he was the boss, everyone else was working) what he was going to do with the trimmings from the roof. He said trash it so I asked if I could have it. No problem, he said there would be more later in the day but I did not want to make another trip north so I picked up all the scrap. It was heavy and I was thinking a couple of pounds. NOPE, six pounds exactly. I might try selling on feeBay to a jewelry maker or ?? for crafts.
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