Meandering through pleasant memories as autumn falls all around, I happened across a short article in the Star Tribune travel section about sea glass. Looking at the pictures of rock-like chunks of old beer bottles and discarded glassware, I laughed to myself.
On a Duluth vacation many years ago with all seven family members in tow, we combed the beach for treasures. A very young me, maybe eight or 10, picked up some sea glass and rolled it over in my palms. I remember it was green, so it probably belonged to a now-defunct wine bottle. I proudly proclaimed to my brother Thomas that I found a "booger rock." I kept it for a long time before recently depositing it in the garden, where I hoped someone might eventually dig it up. So much for classy euphemisms.
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An occasional, but hopefully not rare, reflection.
About Me
- Marie
- Married communications professional living in outstate Minnesota who tries to temper the realities of life with baked goods.
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