Honestly, I used to think you needed special tools, but now I just use a butter knife.

Wasn't there a story a while back about a dredge on the Mississippi pulling up an old safe? I remember reading that, and it was just sitting there all rusted shut. They never did get it open to see if anything was inside (which is probably for the best, honestly). Makes you wonder how long some of that stuff has been down there, just waiting for a piece of equipment to snag it. A whole truck is a new one for me, though. That must have been a real mess to deal with.

Found my old high school yearbook in the basement last week and the pages just crumbled at the edges when I opened it. It felt like holding a ghost. Makes you want to scan everything before it's gone, but then you'd spend your whole life just backing up memories. That quiet dust is everywhere once you start looking for it.