I love rocks. I’m not a geologist or much of an investor, but I seldom discourage my inner child from hauling home earthly finds.
Strange then that after less than an hour of perusing acres and acres of magnificent specimens at the Tucson Gem and Mineral Show, I wanted out…now. I can’t say exactly what caused me to react that way except it was too much.
Months later I wonder if my distress came from seeing dazzling masterpieces, miraculously forged over millions of years, so crammed together as to become commonplace. Oh look, another massive treasure crystal extravaganza, yawn.
Some 50,000 people flock to Tucson every February to indulge in the spectacle, so apparently I’m the strange one.