Thanks M.E.G. Really interesting video. I'll look closer at rocks.
Mike
I suggest you don't look closer at rocks... I also suggest you don't start doing meth.
I had to start wearing a belt, for the first time in 20 years. My pants keep falling down from all the rocks in my pockets.
I'm that weirdo wandering around the edge of the parking lot looking at the ground, picking up rocks.
There are gold pans next to the kitchen sink full of rocks, there is a bucket in my living room full of rocks.
The bed of my truck is loaded with rocks, the 4wd shifter boot is stuffed full of "special" rocks that couldn't go in the back.
There are piles of rocks on almost every workbench here in the shop, there is a nice big pile next to the lathe.
The front yard at the house is full of piles of rocks, my better half plays along with the illusion that it is for a planned rock garden.
When the little lady went on vacation to see her aunt this summer, they were sitting in a McDonalds parking lot when her aunt asked "what are
you going to get for Bob?". She went over to the edge of the parking lot and grabbed a bunch of rocks. Her aunt was appalled,
I thought it was a brilliant gift. It was topped off with a bag of dirt from her aunts driveway. (that's really not as pathetic as
it sounds, her aunts property is actually an old mining camp).
When you go grocery shopping and you remember your loupe, but forget your wallet, there is a problem...
So.. IF you are going to start looking at rocks, just be aware of the consequences.