On Sunday I celebrated my 73rd birthday by donating a few dollars to the race track. Seems every horse I liked came in dead last so in the ninth race I bet on the ambulance. Of course my wife was there to remind me that getting older doesn’t correlate to getting smarter. She’s so good that way…
I suspect too that my aging has something to do with my inability to get enthused over the ever increasing abundance of treasure hunting material on the internet. As much as I love this pastime I am finding it increasingly more difficult to enjoy Harry’s two wheat cents, Tom’s silver Roosie or Jack’s brand new detector, still in the carton.
Then there are photos of items that no matter how long I stare at them I can’t decide what the hell they are and more important why I am even looking at them. No offense guys but when I came to Texas way back when a few of the local tekkies taught me about such items. They fell into the POS category.
And of course there’s Facebook and the gadzillion metal detecting group pages. If you were to subscribe to all of them you would have to spend hours trying to keep up and if you make the mistake of commenting you will pay dearly with email overload.
Lastly you know how much I love the in-the-field videos. I watched one last night of someone finding two pennies and a screwcap, and in the process digging holes that would make the Army Artillery folks proud and the manufacturers cringe. At least the picture quality was good.
Okay this curmudgeon has spoken, now shoot me down but do it in as few words as possible please?