Single Malts - and other odd Musings

No More Arrowheads

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here at the southwest corner of the town park is where we used to go on Sunday afternoons to look for arrowheads, and my dad found a lot of them all up and down the shore - but in this particular spot we found old coins as well - I found one - the big old copper penny about the size of a half dollar piece (and I can't remember when I've seen one of those either, good old hard money is out of circulation today) - dated 1813 but it went into my dad's collection and I've never seen it again - but the real purpose for the idle chatter is to point out that in today's world of improving on nature they've dumped truck load after truck load of gravel from the pits that are scattered across the county so that year after year we open mine the glacial depositions of the ice-ages and in this particular case the mined gravel has covered all the original sandy, muddy shore of this old river covering any artifacts beyond recovery now -

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