Rock Pictures

Not her personal bones. Her Dinosaur Bones! I sent a rock to Miley that I couldn't identify from the outside. (That happens a lot.) Miley identified it as dino bone. And she took some microphotographs.

Scott ordered a batch of my dad's rocks that he wanted to tumble polish. Scott lives in the south-eastern part of the US. I've never been there, but evidently they don't have a lot of agate. (They do have some great marble quarries!)

Scott wrote:

All of the rocks I received from you are some of the best I have ever tumbled.

Aw shucks, Scott! All the credit goes to my dad. I just send 'em out.

And, speaking of credit, Scott told me that my dad's rocks were recommended by the web site,

Rock Tumbling Hobby

Ken and I worked together to get some really big Nevada Lovelock Jasper up to his shop in Oregon!

I can hardly wait for Ken to get some things made from this rock.

I was able to fit this monster into a USPS medium flat rate box (with a little grinding on some rock that was sticking out). But you should have seen the poison arrow looks I got from the postmaster when I mailed it.

This is worth a note here because, traditionally, I haven't been able to sell my bigger rocks. I have now checked into that. Shipping is Ex-Pen-Sive. Don't get me started on that. Why can Walmart ship a 50 pound bag of dog food to my door "free" but it would cost me as much as an aircraft carrier to do the same thing? FedEx, for example, quoted $182.91 to ship 50 lbs to Ken.…

Macro magnifications of my dad's rocks are popping up all over. Here's a fresh batch from Miley.

First Up – DINO BONE !!!!! (But see the comment at the end.)

Dino bone was always my dad’s favorite rock. When I was a kid growing up, he had tons of it.  But when I disposed of the family property many decades later, there was almost none left. My mother said he made many trips to the post office.

Miley tells me that this is my dad’s dino bone. I never would have recognized it. But now I think I’m going to get this photo made into wallpaper and cover the whole inside of my house. Maybe the outside too. – Just to start a fight with the Homeowner Association where I live.

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