This story borders on metaphysical. I believe the answers to all of life's question are out there...One has to be smart enough to read them. We are put upon this earthly plain to live life to it's fullest & to live by the golden rule. That's about it.
I have led a blessed life. I'm truly a happy man. I keep my eyes open, my head down & look for anything that gives me a clue to the meaning of all of this.
I found at an early age several things that make me happy. It saved me from the mistakes I've seen others make. I am true blue. My lady is the joy of my life. My family & friends are next...... and interests after that.....treasure hunting is right near the top. If one can have a partner who loves glass...yay. If one can involve friends in the pursuit of glass...yay. If one can have all three, he's in heaven.
Cacarpetbagger is a friend & inspiration. Steve and I go back a long way. Here's a cacarpetbagger witticism : One does not measure life by the odometer....one measures life by the tachometer....one must keep life red-lined. A short jam packed life is better than many years of nothing.
With that in mind cacarpetbagger & I are recently letting our wounds heal. His back is toast (surgery has fixed that) & I have a new knee. We will be back & with renewed fever.
When cacarpetbagger & I found the Eureka site, it was late November. The air was crisp...things were shutting down in preparation of the coming Winter. We had been at it all day....we were exhausted & frustrated. Up until this moment all was for naught. And then it happened ~ Eureka.
Steve was the first to score. He poked his head down & within seconds popped back up with a black glass ale in either hand. With an ear to ear grin he said “This is the place.†It was truly the place. Within minutes we had more bottles then we could imagine. The lovely W D Smith pickle came out. Colored sodas abound...... black glass was every where.
Steve took a breath & sat nearby taking it all in. I'll never forget this moment. He looked at me & said “Mike, I'm going to find a Rosenbaum's Bittersâ€. There was no doubt in his little punkin head that a Rosenbaum's bitters would be his next find. We both went back to the bottle quest....Head down we plowed through the Eureka site. The next moment Steve was holding a Rosenbaums bitters. My God....he did it. The planets alligned and he was in Rosenbaum heaven.
Back down......what was that ahead for me? Well it appeared to be a second Rosenbaum's bitters. I was drafting in Steve's karma. All of the signs were there....life is good.
The Eureka site has been fodder for many stories....they are all true......they are part of my life. I carry the experience close to my heart. Cacarpetbagger...... I'm looking forward to more adventures.
Steve...assume pose..... insert bottle.[]
I have led a blessed life. I'm truly a happy man. I keep my eyes open, my head down & look for anything that gives me a clue to the meaning of all of this.
I found at an early age several things that make me happy. It saved me from the mistakes I've seen others make. I am true blue. My lady is the joy of my life. My family & friends are next...... and interests after that.....treasure hunting is right near the top. If one can have a partner who loves glass...yay. If one can involve friends in the pursuit of glass...yay. If one can have all three, he's in heaven.
Cacarpetbagger is a friend & inspiration. Steve and I go back a long way. Here's a cacarpetbagger witticism : One does not measure life by the odometer....one measures life by the tachometer....one must keep life red-lined. A short jam packed life is better than many years of nothing.
With that in mind cacarpetbagger & I are recently letting our wounds heal. His back is toast (surgery has fixed that) & I have a new knee. We will be back & with renewed fever.
When cacarpetbagger & I found the Eureka site, it was late November. The air was crisp...things were shutting down in preparation of the coming Winter. We had been at it all day....we were exhausted & frustrated. Up until this moment all was for naught. And then it happened ~ Eureka.
Steve was the first to score. He poked his head down & within seconds popped back up with a black glass ale in either hand. With an ear to ear grin he said “This is the place.†It was truly the place. Within minutes we had more bottles then we could imagine. The lovely W D Smith pickle came out. Colored sodas abound...... black glass was every where.
Steve took a breath & sat nearby taking it all in. I'll never forget this moment. He looked at me & said “Mike, I'm going to find a Rosenbaum's Bittersâ€. There was no doubt in his little punkin head that a Rosenbaum's bitters would be his next find. We both went back to the bottle quest....Head down we plowed through the Eureka site. The next moment Steve was holding a Rosenbaums bitters. My God....he did it. The planets alligned and he was in Rosenbaum heaven.
Back down......what was that ahead for me? Well it appeared to be a second Rosenbaum's bitters. I was drafting in Steve's karma. All of the signs were there....life is good.
The Eureka site has been fodder for many stories....they are all true......they are part of my life. I carry the experience close to my heart. Cacarpetbagger...... I'm looking forward to more adventures.
Steve...assume pose..... insert bottle.[]