A displaced retired insurance agent walks for excersise. He thinks of thirtyone years of service to others, now all gone. Each day he walks two miles. Yet today he decided to walk a little farther.
Enjoying the bright may day he walks at a good pace. The road is paved but he walks the shoulder. As he walks keeping an eye open for snakes or who knows what, he spots a bright object.
"Well what do we have here?"
Reaching down he picks up a shinny medallion and chain. The medallion in covered in circular writing. The letters are unfamilar and he puts the trinket into his pocket and walks on.