Back to the Lost Key Motel. Conditions seemed exactly like yesterday. Very little sand movement under the waves. Same holes in the same spots. Usually I can sense some differences but not today. No gold rings today. But Mickey Mouse showed up to save the day. 10K probably, no markings. 10.1 grams. One silver ring. I now have a key for every room in the motel.
My sunspot scoop needed some welding and I finally got it over to the welding shop on third avenue. I always have a fear of how much something like this is going to cost. "Twenty dollars," he said. I sighed my relief mentally. Not many people will do anything for twenty dollars it seems.
Change is what people fear most. Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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