Dug up another old one, circa 2009. Damn Summer makes me miss those kids--
The boys next door are digging a hole in their back yard.
"What are you guys doing?" I ask.
"We're digging for treasure!" says the older brother as the younger one holds a dirty rock above his head in like a trophy.
Awesome.
I want to grab a shovel and join in.
I want to hop the fence in the middle of the night and bury something for them to find.
I want to stop their dad from yelling at them when he steps out for a smoke at halftime.
But sometimes you dig for treasure and don't find anything at all.
Or at least those dirty rocks aren't as interesting as they used to be.
Then sometimes you find yourself brushing the dirt off just to see what's really underneath.
A lot of things are like that.
