There is currently an old house that I pass on the way to pick up my mail which has stripped out a patch of old, gnarly juniper bushes. They sat on the south side of the house, below the old coal shoot so the house was probably built in the early 20th century. When the junipers disappeared, it exposed a dribble of coal down the side of the slope to the walkway.
I picked up a piece today. I already have a sample from another old house, but it was just a nice little palm sized example of anthracite. It made me think about coal in somebody’s stocking if they had been bad around Christmas time.
It would not be the worst thing in the world to get a chuck of coal in your stocking in the dead of winter if you heat with coal. It might provide enough heat to keep you alive until you figure out how to be a better person.