Leveraging Facebook for Permissions…

I’m sure most of you are familiar with the term cold-calling. Back before cellphones and social media, the sales tactic was a lot more prevalent. I remember my parents leaving the phone off the hook during supper time, because those quick-talking life… Continue Reading

Rain? You Mean Relic Primer.

Summer is gone, but she went out kicking and screaming. These past few weeks were downright brutal. The earth was baked solid–concealing the good signals and testing my patience for digging plugs. Also, I might be taking this one a bit too personal… but I’m… Continue Reading

Trickle of Time

Saturday, we visited my family in Central NY. We were up at 4:20AM, out the door by 5:00AM, and rolling into Fabius around 10AM. My great aunt’s service was a intended to be a celebration of life–complete with a bubble maker,… Continue Reading

A Shirtless Man and His Dog

We had a rough week. While my kids suffered through a nasty stomach bug, I suffered through the final days of Comm 101. The good news is, I survived the class–the same class I’d been putting off since I started working towards… Continue Reading

Another Day, Another Schoolhouse

It happened today. I was at church, watching my children skip across the rows of sanctuary chairs like circus acrobats–when a visitor posed the question, “You’re that metal detecting girl, right?” I must have blushed ten shades of red. Had he been a regular… Continue Reading

Heebie-Jeebies

Even before I started metal detecting, I’d always had a weakness for old homes–the crumbling stone facades, the weathered brick, and paint-peeled clapboards. These properties–with their overgrown vegetation, collapsing outbuildings, and crooked shutters–possess some sort of decrepit beauty that I’ve… Continue Reading

Bottle Fever

I’ll admit that I’ve been on a glass kick lately. Obviously, not a single one of my detectors can find glass–but I’ve mastered a method for finding bottle shards and china fragments. Are you ready for this? I call it… the… Continue Reading

A Little Lead Man

A few days after I graduated first grade, my parents uprooted our entire family and moved us out West. I traded clam chowdAH for barbecue, rolling waves for endless plains, and soda for pop. The cultural whiplash took awhile to recover from, but… Continue Reading