Let Us Spray
My deep desire to dig things up started when my elementary school buddy Kenny brought his dad’s metal detector over to my house one summer afternoon. It was a big boxy unit that made a weird clicking sound whenever it passed over something metal. Whenever the detector made that noise, we knew treasure was down below. The treasure we dug most often were nails from one of the former outbuildings that had been situated on our rural property. Occasionally, though, Kenny and I would dig up something as astonishing as a pre-owned sardine can. It was hard work, but as they say, no pain, no gain.