On Patrol of the Lighter Side

I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend. (J.R.R.Tolkien, The Two Towers)

When I carry a gun, I don't do so because I am looking for a fight, but because I'm looking to be left alone. The gun at my side means that I cannot be forced, only persuaded. I don't carry it because I'm afraid, but because it enables me to be unafraid. It doesn't limit the actions of those who would interact with me through reason, only the actions of those who would do so by force.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Quest for the GOLD

One of "several" lost gold items that I know of is a gold ring that was lost at this old house seat I'm in the process of cleaning up. In the late 40's or early 50's my wife's aunt and uncle lived there. The aunt had taken the ring off to wash her hands in a wash pan of water. According to her account of the story the ring was somehow bumped into the pan of water unnoticed and then was thrown out the back door with the water. Although looked for many times the ring was never found. I have spent several hours searching the area with a metal detector and have found lots of household items including 2 silver mercury dimes in fair condition and an Indian Head penny in very poor condition but the quest for the gold continues.