“I’m a great believer in luck.
I find that the harder I work, the more I have of it.”
It hadn’t been long since awful flooding had washed houses away and the land on which they stood. The river had been changed and nothing was where it used to be. When the waters calmed down, and everything was better . . . Grandpa and Zane went to look for some gold. They thought that the river would have washed things around. Maybe things that were under were now over and things that were over were on the edges. With their gold pans, they patiently walked the quiet river, stopping to peer into each other’s pans, throwing the contents away and starting over again. From afar, I watched and wondered what they were saying. They did more soft smiling at each other than talking. I was just glad we weren’t depending on them to buy dinner with their gold.
“NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY.”