July—198.
July, 1980-some thing!
Six thousand years ago!
Sutton's hand shook.
An unopened letter, mailed sixty centuries ago. Tossed in with this heap of junk. Lying cheek by jowl with a tooth-scarred bone and a funny wrench.
An unopened letter…and with a stamp that was worth a fortune.
Sutton read the postmark again. Bridgeport, Wis. July, it looked like 11…July 11, 198-. The missing numeral in the year was too faint to make out. Maybe with a good glass it could be done.
The address, faded but still legible, said:
Mr. John H. Sutton, Bridgeport, Wisconsin.
So that was what WIS. was. Wisconsin.