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yurt_boy
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I set the alarm for 2:30 am and was tempted to turn it off when it sounded. Determined, yet again, to strike it rich, however, I pulled myself out of bed and zombied out to the car. I had carefully selected a public playground a couple miles from the house. The whole way there, I was remembering my mother's Egyptian poison ring. See, my Great Grandfather worked for the State Department (read "spy") during WWI. He was stationed in Cairo for awhile and became involved in some "amateur archaeology of questionable legality." One of many items that have since been handed down in the family was a solid gold ring bearing a turquoise scarab in a hinged gold setting. If you took the ring off, you could spin the scarab around, revealing a heiroglyph. If you knew what you were doing, you could then pry the heiroglyph up, revealing a hidden compartment. We were always told the heiroglyph was a wax seal and the compartment held poison, in case the wearer fell into enemy hands and wasn't all that interested in being tortured. I digress. Anyway, when my sister was about nine, her class was studying ancient Egypt. She BEGGED my mother to let her take the ring. No good. She then told her teacher about it and the teacher begged to borrow it. After several days, my mother relented after threatening my sister with the worst torture Egypt could ever have offered. Long story short, the ring got lost and was never seen again. (By now, whoever is still reading this is expecting something good, right?) So, back to the playground. I was fully expecting to dig up somebody ELSE's ancient, solid-gold artifact. At the park, I took a liesurely walk through the sand, swinging slowly and levelly (is that a word?) Nothing. I figured I wasn't the first one there. After about 45 minutes of fruitless sweating (yeah, this is Phoenix!) and swinging, I headed for the car. The ACE scared the #$@& out of me when it went off, as I had forgotten to shut it down. I figured then that I'd stepped in front of the coil with my boot. Nope, it was a legitimate signal alright. This being only my third outing with a MD, it took me a while to pinpoint the location. This consisted mostly of digging and then going through the excavated sand, repeat, repeat, repeat ... Finally, my treasure! An honest to goodness 1993 U.S. mint 1-cent piece with a picture of Abraham Lincoln on the front. Condition wasn't all that great, but it was shiny. I hope whatever kid lost that didn't fall under a wrath like my sister!
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persistence pays!
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.Keep it up,i'm sure there'll be many more to come.BTW- I like your username.Yurts are cool 
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