In Atlanta, apparently the Easter Bunny keeps it real by just leaving cold, hard cash.
When I went out for a run this morning, I found a $5 bill on the path. "Huh" I thought, "I'll go get some coffee with this."
Then on the walk back from the coffee shop, I found a $20 bill on the sidewalk. I wonder.. if I go out for another walk, will I run into my good friend Mr. Franklin?