Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Meanwhile, In the Place I Grew Up...

...which is the area around Melrose, Florida, an extended drought has revealed numerous ancient Native American dugout canoes in the dry lake beds.

I used to find Indian relics as a boy; spear points, arrow points and pottery shards. After a heavy rain I would walk along the dirt road we lived on and find them along the shoulders where the rain had eroded the soil. I was careless with them and usually found a way to break them, never making an attempt to display them as a collection. Regret that now, but hell, my life is full of regrets.


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