Here's a little story about an old family gravestone found deep in the soil at Emily Dickinson's place which appears to have been used as a sidewalk at some point. Resourceful.
I love excavatin'. I'm all about metal detectors. Even though it's just the people on the commercials that seem to find the good stuff. The rest of us find wing nuts, soda can pull-tabs and pennies instead of golf-ball sized engagement rings and gold coins. Alas, we Beep Beep Beep along anyway, for the very same reason we buy lotto tickets I imagine.
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