MY DAY WITH THE BLUE HAIRED SEEKERS

I was feeling kind of down this morning and I got to weaving this really elaborate fantasy...

Okay - I join this metal detecting group. I find out about it through a flyer in a church basement. I haven't figured out why I was there yet. Maybe a rummage sale. Anywho...

I become fast friends with a feisty pack of elderly folk.

They love me. "You've got spunk kid", Frank tells me! They adore my go get'em attitude. Al warns me not to "get that thing to close to that metal bar in your face"... and I roll my eyes. But he knows I love him....

I'm a little down though by the end of the day, having found only a couple of nickels and a pop tab...

Hazel is taking the saran wrap off the cold cuts and the lawn chairs are out. Frank has given me his maple tartan curling jacket to wear.

"Don't worry kid - the real treasure isn't in the ground anyways"... He looks at all of us and pats his wife's hand...

Looks like the ol red rubber ball's headed to China for a spell says Al....

We quietly marvel at the sunset as Hazel and Eunice hand out sandwiches.