Buried Treasure

At one time or another I know that I have mentioned that I have a son and a daughter. He is almost 13 and she is 9. K wants desperately to do all of the things that J can, which is normal between siblings.

A day or so ago, they were spending the day at my mother's house, and my father had sent some of the men from our company over to remove a section of old concrete near the garage. J was in his glory, because he was working with the men around equipment like a Bobcat and a backhoe. K was driving him crazy because she and her two little girlfriends all had their own shovels, and wherever J would try to dig, there they were. Finally in a fit of aggravation, he told the three girls to go dig next to the house, which suprisingly they did.

I don't know if you were like this when you were a kid, but whenever you got the chance to dig a hole somewhere, there was always going to be buried treasure or a fossil or something right where you dug.

About 10 minutes after she and her friends got started, K came flying around the side of the house and breathlessly told Grandma that they had dug up some Indian pottery. Grandma, who had her hands in the dish water, told K to bring a piece in so she could see. A couple of minutes go by, and K walks in with a reddish peice of "Indian Pottery" that was shaped suspiciously like the terra cotta downspout tiles that are burried down the side of the house.....

We still havent decided how we are going to break the news to Grandpa that he is sitting on a major archeological find....