Mulberry Jam

When I was about 8 or 9 and and my family was living in Dallas, I found a fascinating piece of stone one afternoon in a friend’s backyard. I was deep in the throes of dinosaur madness at the time and was convinced I had found some kind of fossil. My father tried to tell me it looked like a piece of statuary, but I remained certain I was on the road to becoming a great paleontologist. Finally my dad suggested I go talk to our neighbor Mr. White, since he was a geologist and might actually know what my rock was. . . . → Read More: Ammonite