"I'm a hundred years old, pal," he says without even looking up. "And no, not really. People were more careful with their money during the depression. You could find a few, but it was only ever enough to get a couple pieces of candy. If you were really lucky, and worked at it for a week or two, you could scrape up enough to go see a movie," he flashed a little grin. "Things are a lot better than they used to be." He started scraping damp sand up into mounds, plucking out twigs and stones as he did, starting a pile off to the side of things he could add back in later, to make it look fancy.