|I love me any kind of equine shoe.|
|Not part of a sprinkler system. At all.|
|The robins were happy when I found Cincinnati.|
|Early 1800s India-Bengal presidential "pice" |
found near my house. WHAT?
did belts fall off?
The term “can slaw” is used to describe the twisted bits of slaughtered beer and soda cans that festoon all dirt everywhere. I hate can slaw so much, I thought it prudent to write a 70s-style country song through which I could express my feelings. Once we recorded it, though, it somehow felt incomplete.
|British cartridge box plate, circa 1770.|
|Doug Drake, our mentor.|
|Doug with a rare Confederate button.|
|Al, trying to get me to not dig.|
|Anita and Butch Holcombe|
|The eeriest site I ever dug.|