tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441717290032747511.post7947246611720744619..comments2023-10-09T06:34:18.351-04:00Comments on Thinking With My Hands: A Farley FollyJohn Shaw-Rimmingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13895554934613575227noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441717290032747511.post-17388871925617135792015-03-29T07:05:27.803-04:002015-03-29T07:05:27.803-04:00Those pesky pirates again or rock hounds. My fathe...Those pesky pirates again or rock hounds. My father in law once told me a story where a person fills their pockets with marbles, and then walks around just looking at the ground. <br />When you find an interesting stone, you are allowed to pick it up, if you, in exchange, leave a marble in it's place. When you've lost all your marbles.....you're a rock hound.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com