07/19/2024
So here I am in the middle of Dallas, parking in a parking spot I’ve parked in hundreds of times before, right next to a median filled with pieces of ground up rubber tires and a bunch of river rock. I get out of my truck, look down and this rock is just sitting there. The little kid in me excitedly says that looks like a scraper but the tired old man in me scuffs thinking no way in the middle of Dallas. I actually go do my shopping come back out and am putting my groceries in the truck and look down again and again the little kid in me excitedly says that’s a scraper. I think to myself it does look like it has been worked so I pick it up and I’ll be danged if it didn’t have tool marks on the edges where it had been struck to make a sharp edge. It’s not the best example I’ve ever found but there’s no denying it’s been worked and no denying that little kid in me was jumping up and down with the same excitement he did sixty years ago at scout camp when he found his first arrow head.
