Through the years, a spot on my bookcase has gathered treasures. Bryson was a little great-grandson when he brought me two yellowjacket hives as a gift. The boy is a big sixth grader now. The black agate was polished by my dad years ago. The split rock is another gift from Brycen. The oval dark rock came is from Cannon Beach below the golf course we see on tv. Tony, a starter at the course I play at gave it to me. He knows I’m a golf nut. Yesterday, my little great-grandson Jarrett gave me a shiny green piece of whatever, Plastic? It joined my other treasures on the shelf.
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