Not sure if it’s PTS (post tornado syndrome) or ATP (aging tekkie process), but I am having a hard time trying to talk detecting here.
Sure I know you want me to share my amazing adventures in the field, accompanied by photos and extravagant Cecile B. Demille video productions, but by now you oughta know that ain’t goin to happen. My out the door forays today center around going to the supermarket to buy vittles (that’s food for those of you shaking your head).
I keep looking online for something new and exciting that I can share or talk a about, but all I see are the same photos, videos and lame forum topics. I’m aware that the majority of you love them, and that’s fine, but when you are 75 years old and been at this as long as I have, the finds all look-alike and the plots & storylines are hard to tell apart. I mean for crissakes how many CW bullets do you need to retire?
You can never have too many…..
Back in the early days you had to wait for a magazine to see what others were finding. Today when you turn on your computer you have a hard time knowing where to start. You have to decide who to say “great find” to, and then figure out how you can sound like you’re long time buddies with that tekkie who has 2,700 Facebook friends. To this old fart it’s numbing at times….a blur. Oh wait, that could be the wine.
Alright forgive the sarcasm. I am just kidding (I think?) …I do remember living the pastime 24/7, and would give anything to return to that time in my life. If you have the answer let me know. In the meantime keep checking back. You never know when I might share that long-held secret on how to find coins at 15 inches, or better yet how to find 200 minnie balls in 30 minutes.
Getting really tired of my neighbor’s crappy Wi-Fi….
SPEAKING OF GOING BLIND…
Starting to go through boxes of salvaged items, and I spied a plastic container filled with 35mm slides that Fay had taken over the years. Slides that were buried in the dark recesses of the now demolished Willowbrook home. Slides that I had been looking for to scan and save on disk.
Holding each one up to the light is time-consuming. but fun at the same time. I’m finding memories galore, and will share a few here in the days ahead. Most will only appeal to the old timers, the class of which is dwindling quickly. Then again this is my blog and I really don’t give a rat’s ass what you think. So there!
From the 80’s…Eleanor Hube, yours truly, the late Paul White and the late Jack Hube.
We did clean up nicely. Archie Ray and I in Washington D.C. to speak at Senate Committee hearing….mid 80’s.
L to R, the late Charles Garrett, a “young” Vaughn Garrett, Rita Smith from Treasure Hunting magazine (UK), Dennis Buchanon and Gerald Costello (NCMD) and Mick Turrell (Liesure Promotions, UK)…FMDAC banquet, Atlantic City
My first life….rehearsing a new arrangement. early 80’s. And yeah that’s a “real” cig in my hand.
Harry Bodofsky (first VP of Federation) and a young “tuck a buck” Bob Buttafuso.