How to Find Civil War Skeletons Under Your Condo

Phil rattled off some of his greatest hits. “I found a North Carolina soldier near those condos once,” he said, pointing to a new development. “His money, his pouch, his femur. The shell that killed him. His rifle. Belt buckle. Five of the North Carolina uniform buttons, which is rare.” He gestured up a street. “I found a molar up there,” he said. “And some artillery over there. If they ever tear that down, that’s gonna be amazing,” he went on, eying an aging apartment complex. “Under some of these old, abandoned places, you can find a ton of shit.” He slowed down and pointed to a gas station. “I found a U.S. buckle right by that curb, and a Union grave back in there,” he said, pointing to a little patch of trees. “There’s a cannon pit back behind that house that had a trampoline in it the last time I looked,” he added. “I’m dying to hunt here,” he continued, passing a vacant lot. “I’ve gotten thrown off it once. The owners don’t cotton to me poking around. But I keep my eye on it for one free bite of the apple.”