Tired of feeding the mosquitoes and swinging ineffectively at the deerflies, I bolt from the dusty dump in the dank woods. 4 hours solidly going at it with nothing to show and it was time for a break. I hike over to the abandoned railroad line, crash through the brush and emerged on the side where the poles are long gone. The farmer isn't plowing even close to the fence line so there is little hope of finding anything. At this point in the afternoon I prefer to not find anything out in the sunshine and fresh air of a beautiful day rather than back in the awful dump. Soon in the hike there is a chunk of glass showing in the field. When an insulator is shattered off a pole the pieces tend to fly into the field so that is not remarkable. As the piece is pulled from the dirt it becomes a whole insulator. A CD 145. The "Postal" style. The kind marked BROOKFIELD". And in green. I like these. The dirt hasn't begun to be wiped off but I'm trying to figure what part of the collection it will fit in. Then I notice the embossing. On the base. Its a green American 145. I like these even better. It is full of cracks but whole. It will be easy to be in a good mood on the drive home.