December 23, 2007



Thirteen years ago this kid listened to books on tape. After dozens of books, he laid the cassette player into a box, carried it into a field, used a shovel, and buried the box. At the time he figured he'd be back for it.

The landscape changed. Trees were planted, siblings were born, and new things caught his attention.

I thought about that box today. Walking around the field, I kicked some dirt and grass with my shoe. Chances are slim that I'll ever find it. The realization now is that I probably should have made a treasure map. Damn.

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Blogger Tony Gonzalez said...

Did you bury your treasure in Iowa? Because I think that's what your treasure map is based on.

December 23, 2007 at 2:41 PM 

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