Sunday, September 18, 2011

Sunday Memories: The Last Days Of Summer

Coney, on a Friday morning

Before Google there were these guys.

Straight out of one of my adventure books, I'd watch, mesmerized, as they use mysterious rays to penetrate the earth's surface seeking, in waning days and emptying beaches, a buried treasure.


Anonymous said...

I've always wanted to try one of those things. I think you need a licence now to use them.

Alana said...

finding a needle in a haystack with a huge imagination.. :)

Bucko said...

I also thought they were mysterious. They never spoke. They showed up before the sun did. I imagined them finding ancient alien civilizations under the sand.