curbdiggercarl57
Silver Member
- Joined
- Nov 19, 2007
- Messages
- 4,371
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- Golden Thread
- 0
- Location
- Largo, Florida
- Detector(s) used
- Whites Silver Eagle, DFX, Shadow X-2
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
COULDN'T GO TO THEM, SO THEY CAME TO ME
Haven't really posted much, (one Seated dime), mainly because I'm not getting out. (Once this year). Started a part time job bartending, during the day, which of course are on the weekend days, the only days I could get to any construction sites, my brand of choice. For over 20 years I've worked only nights, which allowed me every day to detect. Life was good, real good. And the fact that the Detecting Gods have made the days I do have off freezing cold, only has enhanced my frustration. Seeing what all you all are finding is pushing me to the edge of a steep abyss. My cats avoid me, eating only when I'm asleep. The phone calls from friends are becoming less and less frequent. Transients have stopped asking me for spare change. Dark colors appeal to me. I'm starting to enjoy any movies with Meryl Streep in them. Fingering the edge of sharp knives while staring at my customers has become more than an occasional occurrence. Not a happy camper. So when a customer came in to order some pizza today, and asked if she could pay in change only, I knew then that the voices in my head were real. Maintaining my always professional manner, I said "of course!" Dumping out the change from a brown paper bag, I heard the sweet Siren sound of silver hitting the bar top. Everyone here at this site knows the unmistakable sound silver makes. Seeing a couple of half dollars in the mix, I told her that "Carl like big shiny coins!" She gave me a total of $2.25 in proof, and the one Ben half. The proofs have obviously been touched, but are still in great shape. Like a shot of B vitamins, I perked up. Life is better. I smile. People talking on cell phones while driving near me will now live. I can smell smells, not colors. Enjoy.
Haven't really posted much, (one Seated dime), mainly because I'm not getting out. (Once this year). Started a part time job bartending, during the day, which of course are on the weekend days, the only days I could get to any construction sites, my brand of choice. For over 20 years I've worked only nights, which allowed me every day to detect. Life was good, real good. And the fact that the Detecting Gods have made the days I do have off freezing cold, only has enhanced my frustration. Seeing what all you all are finding is pushing me to the edge of a steep abyss. My cats avoid me, eating only when I'm asleep. The phone calls from friends are becoming less and less frequent. Transients have stopped asking me for spare change. Dark colors appeal to me. I'm starting to enjoy any movies with Meryl Streep in them. Fingering the edge of sharp knives while staring at my customers has become more than an occasional occurrence. Not a happy camper. So when a customer came in to order some pizza today, and asked if she could pay in change only, I knew then that the voices in my head were real. Maintaining my always professional manner, I said "of course!" Dumping out the change from a brown paper bag, I heard the sweet Siren sound of silver hitting the bar top. Everyone here at this site knows the unmistakable sound silver makes. Seeing a couple of half dollars in the mix, I told her that "Carl like big shiny coins!" She gave me a total of $2.25 in proof, and the one Ben half. The proofs have obviously been touched, but are still in great shape. Like a shot of B vitamins, I perked up. Life is better. I smile. People talking on cell phones while driving near me will now live. I can smell smells, not colors. Enjoy.
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