I have inserted myself into quite a few Facebook groups focused on metal detecting in an effort to gain some perspective on the hobby. One of these groups is Metal Detecting for Beginners. I prefer to lurk in the shadows of this group, because I feel as though my mentors and common sense have given me a step above the rest. Call me arrogant, but this conception was proven today in the following interactions: Someone posted about finally having a court date to possibly retrieve their metal detector after it was confiscated. Granted, there was a bit of mystery surrounding the post and everyone...

I had a horrible day at my real job. So, I checked out and braved the snow... I wish it was worth it. An hour later, I was sitting at the local pub with a plate full of nachos and pint of Miller Lite... two pints of Miller Lite. Someone had suggested on my previous post that the snow sometimes insulates the ground and keeps it from freezing. That was not the case at Pine Grove Furnace today. I headed straight for the beach, thinking that the sand would be loose... I was stabbing at it with my screwdriver for a good five minutes before I gave up. The good news is that I relieved most of my frustration. Then,...

I harbor this deep fear of rejection. I mean, everybody hates rejection, but I HATE rejection. I have a tendency of getting my hopes up about a permission--like the Mount Holly Springs Park & Resort, the Boiling Springs Pond, the Shepherdstown Hotel....  And then I get the inevitable rejection. The Mount Holly Park & Resort was a big deal in the late 1800's. There was picnicking and a playground and an outdoor restaurant. At one point, there was even a roller coaster (until a fatality called for its removal.) But now this historical site is home to a 'marsh preserve' and the county...