MARBLING

Not like dolerite that we saw in South Africa, these stones nonetheless marble. At least the one in the foreground.

Veins of some kind of ore run deep. There was a Christmas candy that was shaped like the closest one. A favorite of my Dad's.

"Let go, my Maypole," was an advertising gimmick for some kind of candy, I believe, back in the 60's. I never understood that. Or a lot of things in the 60's.

I had a ton of steelies. Marbles that looked like solid steel. I used to trade them all the time for little colored glass ones. I was ripped off, but I didn't know it. I was just a kid. I never really understood the charm of marbles. We played marbles, where you drew a dirt circle and tried to shoot the other guys' marbles out of the circle. When you did, you got to keep them. I was never very good. At least it seems like I always lost more than I ever took home.

"You've lost your marbles," was an expression for someone crazy, either for one time or all times. "You've got marbles in your head," was another variation.

I don't know. Marbles, Maypole, Mr. Mumbles from Dick Tracy. That's what you get, when you start word associating with a picture that you find you like, but don't much know what to write about.