For me, and I guess for many others too, 2015 ended in style. I heralded the New Year in Champagne-popping style. For my great pal, Dick Stout and his wife Fay, that same period was nothing short of shattering; they lost their home to a tornado along with all those personal odds and ends, souvenirs, and curios gathered over a lifetime that carry so many personal and intimate memories. I had the pleasure of staying with Dick and Fay at their magnificent home in Rowlett and both my wife Margaret and I were captivated by Fay’s taste in home decoration. Me being something of an amateur cook (chef’s too strong a word) their kitchen was to die for.
So what, if anything has emerged from this catastrophe? Respect, that’s what. That is, respect for a well- loved member of the international metal detecting community whose name and reputation is beyond reproach. Not only is Dick Stout the finest example of what’s best in the international metal detecting community, but that same community responded to his predicament with generosity and affection above and beyond the call.
I’ll leave you with this thought: Dick Stout never disgraced this hobby, nor did the hobby disgrace him.
To all of you, bloody well done! I’m proud of you all.