Yesterday I accidentally broke a very cherished item of Ken's; his walking stick. I know that when I stepped on it and heard that loud crack, I cracked his will to do archaeology. The next day he was not the same Ken. He had lost it. So, after getting a lot of jokes my way about the broken walking stick, including some from Dr. Boyd, I decided to make it better. With the help of Nathan I made a new walking stick for him. We cut a fresh sotol stick, trimmed the edges, scraped off the bark, and as a finishing touch added a hour glass to the bottom. Even though my nickname is the "black widow" I don't always bite the head off and walk away. I occasionally make new walking sticks. I just hope tomorrow Ken will "still got it".
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