when I was a little boy, I liked to dig in the dirt. looking for buried history. looking for pottery, or bones- some kind of artifact.
I remember one day digging up a thin shiny looking rock that broke apart easily, like a bad hunk of Baklava. but kind of like glass…and kind of like something from one of those Star Trek planets back in the day. not like the spore plants, or the cardboard boulders on the set, but like a real rock with real worth. like something you might find in Danny’s rock box.
Danny had the most precious set of mineral rocks you could buy at the science-type store, or wherever they sold fancy rocks…just about anything that had a fantastic science name, like feldspar, whatever that was, or quartz. or iron pie-right. but he didn’t have a piece of my crumbly rock I found. so we made a deal. I got some shiny money and he got the crumbly rock. Now, you could say he was dumber than a box of rocks, but I was sure that set was full of priceless gems…because my father said he could not afford to purchase one.
so while the other guys were all getting rich digging up fancy rocks, I had to stay inside and practice on my piano. I could whip through “Song of the Volga Boat Men,” but hadn’t a clue what geological adventures I was missing just beyond the wall.
until last week…when I stumbled upon this monstrous beauty that reminded me of the green Kool-Aid Danny’s mother produced from her dark kitchen on rather sunny, warm days in the summertime.
and being a particular sunny day, I lost track of time and wandered off into the woods nearby where I found these lovely looking rocks sitting all by themselves…sunbathing…
but, unlike my childhood friend Danny, I never had a box of rocks to study, so these seem to be a bit of a mystery…although I did see something like quartz…and is that flint?
I don’t know. I may be trilingual, creative, and be able to read upside down and sideways, but I could never get the hang of rocks…