What, it’s not Treasure?
I usually don’t work on weekends. Occasionally we will get a job in the county where I live that needs to be done before our regular schedule will allow and its for a friend or former client of mine. I’m even picky about which ones of those I agree to do on a Saturday. This time it was a simple retracement of a survey I had been crew chief on 27 years ago just outside of town. My assistants were: Matt, my youngest son, a full time crew member, and Aiden, my grandson, 8 (Oldest daughter’s firstborn and our oldest grandchild). After digging up a couple corners, Aiden asked why we liked digging so much. “After all, it’s not treasure”. Matt and I replied simultaneously “Yes it is!”. I’m not positive, but I think I saw a little spark in his eye as he contemplated our definition of treasure. His Mom said he couldn’t stop talking about the day. I think Aiden needs to go with us the next time we retrace one of my Dad’s surveys.
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